After the rain

Well, much though we deplore the deluges,  on our sandy soil the rain sinks right in and brings the plants back to life. 

Big call first thing then up to London for my dear friend H’s lunch in lieu of her mother’s funeral. Her mother, who had strong views on everything banned a funeral so they had a small gathering and then a lot of their friends to a lunch in a Lebanese restaurant in Fulham.  Both M , friend of my brother and H gave very funny loving speeches and I thought, as one often does at funerals, how much her mother would have enjoyed this. 

Back at home this evening and there was huge thunder and lightening as we watched The Capture after dinner.  Added to the sense of an event.