Mystery

I came home from my walk yesterday to find a bouquet of flowers on the doorstep.  They had no card, so I have no idea who left them there.  It may be nearby neighbours, but there's no way to tell.  

As always with Sundays, a filled day of chores, EBs (above), memories, audiobooks, knitting, and drafting the blog.  I've taken over DH's blog, and plan to at least finish the ganseys he started.  He had three on the go . . . Then there's another one that was in the pipeline, which I'm hoping I can find notes for.  There is, of course, no way that I will be able to write as well as he did.  Hopefully, my skills will improve over time.