Starry, Starry Night

It has been a very strange week with very little gardening and much mouching, more’s the pity.  Today I worked for couple of hours at Nancy Nightingale’s and then had a singing lesson.  We sang sad songs.  I do love a sad song.

The afternoon at Bill and Ben’s was aborted as they had double booked with the power tools men, so I went home.

This is a zinnia in NN’s garden.  Strange really, as neither of us remember planting either this one or its compadres.  Those fairies are up to their tricks again.