Wee Things

Some/many days, by the time darkness descends, I wonder what has been achieved.  Sometimes very little it seems.  Today was one of those days.

Then I think of all the little things.  The phone calls, the orders, the measurements, the incorrect bills corrected, the plants planted up, the emails sorted, the cricket listened to (someone has to), the photobook page progressed, the sweet peas admired, the decisions made, ...

Not a bad day at all.