Asparagus

This is a very poor photo, unfortunately the only one I took today, but it was very nice asparagus. It came from my neighbour C's garden, and it was the first time he walked across the road to our front door since his spell in hospital early in the year, so I was delighted to hear his characteristic knock. He is at home with a live-in carer, which I'm sure he finds difficult in many ways but which is better than the alternatives, and although the gardening which has been his principal activity and love for decades is now severely curtailed, he has been supervising his carer's labour from his chair in the vegetable patch. The well-established asparagus patch seems to be responding to the arrangement.

This morning the three of us attended the official opening of the new path across the village hall car park, which until now has been a large expanse of unfriendly gravel across which we have dragged J's wheelchair when arriving, as we do, on foot/wheels. J received a special invitation, partly as one of a small handful of village wheelchair users and partly because the chair of the village hall committee witnessed our arrival the last time we voted in person, when the gravel had just been renewed and was especially deep and loose, and asked our opinion on the access. Funds have been found and donated, and a serviceable concrete path now leads from the end of the drive both to the entrance of the building and round the corner into the garden. The rain paused, a ribbon was cut, a few words were said, bubbly was drunk in the garden: our first bit of village socialising in over two years, though we wore our masks and tried not to stand too close.