Monday, Monday

Well S's funeral went well. The service was lovely, and hopefully everything she hoped it would be.

On a happier note I helped M, my music teacher, to plant trees this morning. She's turning her back garden into a mini orchard. We've now planted 6 espalier trees round the fences. Four went in last year, and are now bursting with fruiting spurs, and we planted two more today, a plum and a peach. M's Dad came down from the islands to build up the fence to a height to take them, and he's put in training wires. When the blossom breaks it's all going to look amazing. I'm trying to persuade her to terrace the rest of the garden, as she'd be able to grow so much more as it falls away by about four feet.

And I'm washing my greenhouse, a boring job, but it's wonderful to see it starting to gleam again, with all the winter grim and glup washed off. I even clean between the sheets of glass to get all the algae out. The grape vine, which runs along the roof, is looking good after a severe pruning during the winter, and I have a passion flower and a tender clematis growing through it to add interest. These are my home grown grapes.