Sunshine on a stalk

A day of action. After Lorraine and I plotted the job out on paper, raging with testosterone I used deeply masculine tools such as circular saws and drills and spanners and power screwdrivers , to drive coach screws into the sleeper I cut s to make the base of a cold frame that Lorraine wanted as a halfway house between the glasshouse and the outside world. Lorraine meanwhile did everything else, but without making so much of a fuss of it.

Beth and James popped by this afternoon, the first time they had left home for a while, having had the lurgy.  Had a nice chat with James. They are being fairly philosophical despite having had a bit of a wretched week with the house falling through for various reasons, and both having a covid-like bug and working too.  

Enjoyed just being at home with Lorraine tonight, and feeling quite a bit better than I have done for a while. 

Here is a picture of a few of today's tomatoes and a harvest of green chillies and Padrón peppers and also a marigold.

Marigolds grow like wild flowers in our garden. I love the simplicity of their lovely faces.