I've just been sitting by the waterfall in the garden. The sun is beaming
down and it's warm enough for spring. Mid November.
The Penstemons are still in full bloom and there are still tomatoes ripening
on the greenhouse Tumblers.
Himself has dug up some perfect new potatoes and is busy preparing the
Sunday Roast.
And the new puppy has just tried to pull my prized Lobelias out of the pond
margins.... ah well, can't have everything perfect!

Has this been the most perfect year ever? We've had spring in January,
occasional showers but no real rain, a perfect summer and a spectacularly
beautiful autumn. Living in West Wales means the grass has stayed green and
lush throughout the year.
Oh why can't it always be like this!