time

Time is unreal now. Six days feels an age, yet no time atall.

Yesterday I planted out cabbage on my garden, and on Col's put the flowers that he had grown from seed, plus others I was given for him.

We had discussed a month ago what should go on the parsley bed, as it needed a rest.

Then I dug over a quarter of the polytunnel, ready for sowing carrots, and cleaned half of the paths. The paths were the job he let me do initially, saying himself how much better it looked when done.

Today it is raining, and this will give an opportunity for more seed sowing.

Col's funeral is on the Eighth of June, in St.John's church in the village, where he will be with family and friends.

Two weeks to get his garden looking perfect for him.