Progress

Martyn had a go at the piano yesterday, and though he’s conscious of some left arm weakness, his fingers were doing what they were told.  A great relief to us both.  We’re keeping an eye on his blood pressure, which is consistent and reasonable.

Progress also in the garden: the spuds are planted and starting to shoot through the surface of the compost, and the runner beans are planted and growing well.  I’ll perhaps start some dwarf French beans in pots today or tomorrow.  Some of the bedding plants are planted or given away, and the rest are hardening off outdoors.  The pelargonium cuttings are almost ready to plant, to replace the primulas in the basket at the front door: they are still flowering, but will be due for replacement soon.  The roses are growing like mad, but the greenfly are back, so I’ve been round with the spray bottle.  The recent warm weather has really got things going in the garden, including an uninvited beech tree, which has suddenly burst into leaf.  I’m rather fond of it, but recognise that it’ll eventually have to go before it gets too big.