And it did. And it wasn’t really a little. Less shower, more downpour. And I had left my waterproofs at home. I know, “call yourself a professional” and all that, but I have not been my usual super-efficient self of late. Mind you, I may have imagined that self. The deluge began in earnest just as I was getting vicious with an out-sized cornus. Perhaps it was for the best. So I took my consumptive self inside to discuss plants and make plans with Max’s Dad for a couple of exhausting hours. Looking through catalogues, googling, gossiping, swooning and dreaming, with me playing the devil on MD’s vulnerable shoulder. Not a bad way to spend a morning. Beats working for a living. Mind you that cornus still needs some work, don’t think I’ve forgotten you!