It now seems a long time since we returned from holiday. Sadly, if you leave your garden to its own devices for over a fortnight, it grows to such an extent that it takes you the next fortnight (well, hampered by having to watch Wimbledon) to lick it into shape again. (And of course I had to spend lots of time with the grandchildren.)
This, above, is the garden I would like to have. Sadly, it belongs to Mr Life's aunt and uncle. Ah well, it's nice to visit and would take even more work to keep it looking lovely - there's a lot more of it than you can see in the picture.
Luckily, you don't have to wield a trowel when visiting the Botanics.
This is Grandson's End of Roadworks traffic sign picture - there's a red triangle and inside it is a man with a spade, "digging mud" as Grandson says. Then underneath, there's a rectangle with the word "End" in it. If you know the sign then it's fairly recognisable. We didn't know he could write anything apart from his name, but he created this unaided. Clearly a genius. And very interested in road signs.
Yesterday I took the two of them to Dr Neill's garden at Duddingston, a favourite haunt.
Today, excitingly, someone made a good offer to buy their house so unless it falls through (please cross your fingers) they (and their parents) will be on the move to something a bit bigger and nearer a better school. And it's Grandson's fourth birthday today. And, also today, Son and Daughter-in-Law have handed over the keys to their house in Perth, having bought another near Dundee (though they don't get into it till September). Now the search is seriously on for Daughter 1 and Son-in-Law 1 to find a new house. It's all go!
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