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And so life gallops on. Minimalising Monday last week featured some scarves. Once upon a time, I wore smart(ish) coats with scarves supplying a touch of brightness at the neck. Now, not really. So they went. 

The garden blooms away. I do love it. 

I've done a bit to Mr Life's shirt quilt - here are some piano key borders. I do like making them. 

Ah, these Shasta daisies are very pretty, though give them an inch and they take an acre. Not that we have an acre.

I love this shrubby clematis. It blooms for months. 

Yesterday we drove up north to visit Son and family. Here he is (the children were also there) on a bike... don't know what you'd call it. A skate park, but for bikes. 

We went back to their house, where the grandchildren brought out their quilts to lie on and for various other activities. Medium Granddaughter is rolled up in hers. Small Grandson is using his for the roof of a den made out of sofa cushions. My mum's sofa cushions, in fact. I wish she could have met the children. 

Bouncing on the trampoline. 

And this week's offering to the gods of minimalisation. Very nice cups and saucers - which haven't been used for years. They've gone to the charity shop and the cupboard is less full. (Still quite full, mind you.)