Gorgeous five days down south, in Albany, with the drive down and back again through a miracle landscape of citrus-yellow canola. (This is how it looked last year when I was on a flying visit.) How I love it.
It was cold and wet and blustery down there, and occasionally the wind felt like it was blowing straight from the Antarctic, complete with ice-chips.
I shall get back into proper posting mood really soon, but until then, thanks for all your kind wishes for my parents on their anniversary. I passed them all on and they were thrilled.
I've come back with two bags of cuttings for the garden — just as it used to be whenever I visited them down there.
In the meantime, here's a fabulous NYT article all about clothes dryers:
Drying your washing in the US could almost become a constitutional issue — gotta love those whacky Septics! (And you all know I do, I really do ...)