bunches of cheeryuppyness
A cat-like approach to life, snoozing in sun spots and calling out to George when I need feeding, has made the last two weeks more bearable. Beautiful flowers have also had a very cheering effect. Not only because they remind me of time spent growing at the allotment. But also because of the love and care with which each bunch was chosen (from the daffodils plucked from straight from the garden to the gerberas to match my favourite wedding flowers to the pot plant to ensure flowery cheer extends well beyond my return to full health). I love them all 😮
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