No - no Millais in sight. A
beautiful morning: slightly chill; thin sunshine. I went out into the garden to
make a little vase of flowers and leaves for my mother’s bedside: after all
those years of coming back to Wimbledon to be greeted with a posy from the
garden for my room, the role has been reversed.
There wasn’t a lot out there – a rose, a geranium stem, a fuschia sprig,
some rosemary – but it was pretty.
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