fuschias

These are just outside my study door - about as far as I've managed to crawl today, since I'm suffering from some probably student-inflicted enervating (and, many will be glad to hear, I'm sure) laryngitis- inducing blight.  I so love fuschias - even though I know that they are ubiquitous (and probably the most amazing ones that I've ever seen have been hedge after hedge of them in rural Ireland), they always remind me of - I was going to write "home," but that word should be taken under advisement, and in the knowledge that, for whatever reason, I've been suffering a bone-aching kind of nostalgia for England for the past couple of weeks ...