NOT a Greek pot

A lovely surprise awaited me when I walked home after an hour in the gym (10,000 steps done before I  hit the hill up home) - Mr C had potted up the spring colour we bought at Highly Expensive Heighley Gate garden centre.  He has the power! - after borrowing son-in-law's power hose, the York stone now shows all the lovely colour instead of the winter's brown slippy slime.  Let's hope we get some sun this summer up here to enable us to sit out and enjoy it.

Now I must do my Homework for the Greek lit class - yes, Ms McGonnegal is still hard at her poem.  I refuse to be defeated.