Some things really do improve with age, and friendship is one of them. My oldest friend, Meg, has been here for a long weekend, and we have had a wonderful time. Much talk, as you can imagine.
I was poorly over the whole weekend – have been very under the weather since last Tuesday, with a very sore throat and perhaps
talking was aide by my inability to do very much – but one thing we did manage was to see the marsh marigolds – they bloom very freely here, to some degree compensating for the lack of primroses (which I take it are fatally attractive to sheep).
True gold – marigolds and friend. A matter for joy and thanksgiving.