Grandpa’s Peonies…

… These beautiful flowers were dug up from my Grandpa’s garden in the 1960’s and went to my Dad’s.
About five years ago we transplanted them to ours. I never dreamed they would still be so happy! Grandpa would be delighted.

I’m in a humph.
Having waited in for a parcel…
The window of delivery came and went. (Fair enough, it’s the weekend).
An hour after the window had expired I received notice of delivery.
With a photo!
Of not me (!) and not even a door step I recognise!
Thanks Royal Mail. This one is going to take some time and energy to sort out.
Staying positive.. It’s no fun being a moaning Minnie.
(It’s always the important parcels isn’t it??).