A glimpse of the Piggy Park Food growing area.

The Feast Day of St. Hubert, St.Joan of Arc, and St. Ferdinand.
It is 11c and rainy.
The food growing project is looking healthy and verdant.
I went out very early for our newspaper, and returned home to await the delivery of what I hoped was going to be a washer dryer.
It was delivered in the time specified, but sadly, for whatever reason and I am not certain, it was a washer only.
We have no space outside to dry washing, so it is best to have a dryer, it seems a bit despairing for the present time, until, in good faith, my husband can have the wrong machine collected and refunded and a washer dryer bought to replace it. I need to have patience.
Meanwhile, the washing can wait!. Monday is my normal wash day, so it feels like a strange day.
I was saddened to read of a small aircraft crashing in Nepal.
It is such that, being human, certain things are written into our individual and hollistic narratives that spell joy and some sorrow.
We learn from the stories and perhaps develop some tolerance, love and strength of character. It would be unholy to just rant and wail. Gratitude for the life lessons is a good way forward as well.
I hope the day is happy for all who visit my site, and you all find good blips.