Mock orange flowers
shine white in the dark storm light
restless in the wind
The grey storm clouds surrounded us yesterday evening, but only a few drops fell. The wind has been blustery. The moon was hiding. Today has been changeable, and very wet at times (especially when I planned to repoint the patio)
Here is the end of my weather report. Continue reading “Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre.”
Thoughts on a Friday night:
With a screen name that’s short for Pseudonym the name ‘Mock’ Orange appeals to me. (Philadelphus) I like the deep green leaves against the white flowers. Lovely.
I had been told that there will be no more money for me to go on a particular course I wish to attend, at least until September. Not wishing to let that deter me I asked if I could visit the clinic where this particular aspect of care is carried out by a nurse-led specialist unit. Of course I could. In my own time. Continue reading “Learning on the job”
Boadicea's Chariot 