So - it's March already. in 2018. How did that happen?
Time seems to slip through my fingers these days without my noticing. Is that how we get old? Without really noticing?
I went back to England for a couple of weeks, to visit old friends. I wanted to visit more people, but the time slipped away, as ever, and I was exhausted after seeing only five.
I went to see my daughter and the grandchildren and spent the half-term week there, which was lovely. I see them so infrequently and yet, when I am back there, it seems as if I never left. They grow, of course, but that is no surprise as I see them regularly on Skype and Facebook.. I am so thankful for digital media.
This time, I caught the ferry, and I was ridiculously early...
But I got there finally.
The weather was good for the whole fortnight, although England had some really dreadful storms with rain and snow after I left. We had some bad weather here in France, too, but mostly just freezing cold.
But now it's March and we're hoping for Spring to show its face. We had a few windy days and some rain too, but the garden doesn't mind that...
...and the Rosemary is in flower yet again.