Wet Hellebores…

… Wet, but perhaps even prettier for it?

I am happily almost on top of tidying up.

It happened all at once (‘all of a ruddy blush’, as an old family member used to say. He also regularly told us, ‘I’ll meet you at the gatepost, if I get there first I’ll put a chalk mark on it, if you get there first, you rub it off’. And, on occasions quite randomly, he would loudly announce, ‘Egg shells! Have no smell’… He was very dear old character, much loved and sadly missed).

I have been fairly productive, as well as tidying.
Goodness me, we’re almost visitor ready.
How did that happen?
What must I have forgotten?