Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
My first daughter was born in England . . . and I vividly remember driving down a long forested lane, absolutely banked with purple rhododendrens, on the way to the hospital.Some people hate them, but I'm fond of them.
ooo nostalgia rhododendrons and hampstead heath
Thanks for your faithfulness both, I really will get back on the circuit again soon!I am no longer snobby about rhodies or hydrangeas, things which thrive here endear themselves anyway. Bee, did you call your daughter Rhoda?!:~)
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