Not everything is perfect

A poor, battered Anemone Blanda.

Still rather windy and JJ has had to deal with the outdoor table and chairs, which had shifted towards one of the flower beds.  A bit tricky as it involved removing the clips holding the chairs in place, removing the cover and rearranging everything.  All done now.

We've been summonsed over to my son's for a socially distanced walk.  He knows my feelings regarding Mothering Sunday.