About halfway there

My friend went back to london. I cooked down some blackberries and not quite ripe apples from the tree together for future crumbles. Spend some time sorting through the things my father left behind - ready to put them in a box I bought recently for exactly that purpose. Left me feeling quite melancholy.
This is the sedum spectabile in my back garden. It’s over 35 years old - as it was here when I moved in. Just keeps on coming back year after year; I especially like it at this halfway stage.