Cleaning the garden of pine needles and realising how little irritants left there for a long time can cause a place of beauty to get worn into an unkempt, ugly space.

The potato monsters …. such a joy to hear them again. So delighted they tried a few new tunes. Watching kids come up and dance to their beats… always such a joy.

A baby is born… named Andrea … on the same day that I spoke with my Andrea. Hope they stay blessed.