It has been a beautiful day which was mostly spent gardening. I have pruned my climbing roses, ouch! and dug up my rosemary bush which I am quite sad about but it had grown out of control. Plants that like my soil, very sandy, grow like mad, plants that don't just die.

When I moved in about five years ago I planted two birch saplings that had grown from seed in my previous garden, they are now at least thirty feet high and the inspiration for my present piece of weaving.