From reading to writing my blog. The phone has my notes, my contacts, my connections to my family, my friends, my work. How did everything manage to download itself from my brain to my phone.
I used to have beautiful gardens. I must have spent a fortune on flowers. Pulling weeds and making everything neat and tidy.
I was out last night with my camera taking shots of fields of wheat stalks. Poppy and her babies have the inside of the barn to mess about in now. Really this is an attempt to quieten these wild little savages! They need to get familiar with people. I can’t let them out into the…