Just reporting in here. Tom was given dispensation to leave his hermit's cell for a few days to make a trip to the UK for eyes, ears and to look in on family and a friend - there are some very nice pictures of him here at Natalie's. All was well in his absence; Molly pottered on in her blind, deaf and creaky fashion, didn't get stuck in too many corners or disgrace herself on any carpets, and the weather was good enough that I could leave doors open while she lay in a pile of dirty old leaves outside - her couch of choice on such occasions - long enough for me to snatch a shower a couple of times. I took advantage of uninterrupted access to the big computer and its software to work on one or two things I'd been thinking about, knitted a bit, read a bit, did some yoga with my yoga buddies and made a trip out to the shops with J, and by the time I'd done that, he was back, with hot cross buns (we didn't make any this year), new glasses and a cheerful mien, and here we are again.
A reasonable spring here, still quite chilly. Our swallows are back at last, somewhat late - the residents rather than the occasional members of the advance parties, who passed through a month or so ago, and who I like to think of making their way on up to the Western Isles of Scotland, to nest between the beams of the tiny chapel by the sea on Iona, though they're probably just going to Wolverhampton or somewhere. After the rather long, wet, dark winter, many things were delayed while others are early because it's not been cold, so it's one of those everything-at-once kind of springs. So here are just a few sycamore leaves unfurling and dandelion clocks - I think it's never been such a year for dandelions, but perhaps I think that every year.
Oh, and a bug.