"Oh dear," I said. "What have you been worrying about?"
"Mountains," she said.
"Well, I suppose I was really dreaming," she said, "but I was worrying about what would happen to all the mountains when the world ended. Would they all become volcanoes? And who would deal with all the ash?"
You know, I think that's one thing I won't bother worrying about at the moment. My ill mum, my confused, broken-hipped aunt, my unemployed daughter... and a few other things... are further up the list right now.
Still, I managed to fit in some gardening yesterday. Cassie always likes to help but isn't good at standing still long enough for a digital photo.
This would have been a great action shot if I'd taken it just a second earlier. Her tail came out well, though. In a blurry sort of way.
The flowers stood still, however. Polyanthus, hyacinths and daffodils.
A flowering plum. Pinky pink pink.
My garden's only little but I love it.
Fresh! More polyanthus.
Bright little daffies!
Forget-me-not and polyanthus.
Pity about the other houses. The Pentland Hills are in the distance but the houses are in the way. How I would like to live in the country. (I think.)
Grape hyacinths - what a great blue.