Interrupted

This morning went for the annual flu jab and was intending to blip a quick snatched shot of the High Street looking down St Stephen's Brae. But this afternoon Mrs P came out of a very cold garden and invaded my space, my desk, and my lamp. Here she is extracting seeds from the whorlflower (Morina longifolia) still in outdoor hat. Must say the harvest seemed pretty meagre. We escaped yesterday's snow by a whisker.