Glorious blue...

The wisteria is in full bloom. This time last week, only the top most branches that caught the sun were flowering, but now, the whole plant is covered.

This is the view from the balcony.

March...in like a lamb...

I'm referring to the weather of course, not issuing orders to a class of method actors...


Just to clear up a few loose ends of February's de-cluttering exercise, I show you one last photo. I had a radical clear out of the small oak chest of drawers you see here. The top two drawers were full of cassette tapes dating back as far as the '70s. The third drawer is home to telephone directories, gloves and the two Valentine creations that have been brought out each year at the appropriate moment for a great part of our married life. The bottom drawer serves as one of the many glory holes in this house. In particular this one is devoted to crippled and redundant spectacles. I amassed a goodly pile of things to relocate on a nearby table, then continued to make vague flourishes with a duster on the rest of the room and other points East. Later in the day I returned, camera in hand, to record the results of my turf-out. This was all that remained. A few tapes, a broken cassette case, a small cardboard box that had once contained chocolates and a birth announcement, half a dozen assorted feathers, one curtain hook, and a music bleater removed from a birthday card. Bossman had claimed the greater part of the tapes and relocated them to his den downstairs. The collection of spectacles and broken bits and pieces had been deemed necessary to effect repairs and taken to the garage. Shortly after I took this photograph, the Berlitz Spanish Course went ta-tas....I give up...