I have a very good friend. Would you like to meet him?
I think you’d get on with each other. Like a house on fire, as they say.
Summer is here, almost, it’s like a creeping anti-Death ever-ready to pounce on us and burn us red.
My plant has new soil, it must be very happy. Strange how plants only need CO2, water and good Earthy soil to survive. It would be nice if sometimes we could change our ‘soil’.
Say them silently in the mirror, odd isn’t it?