Same Old

Same old, same old - almost got to the bottom of our washing, then the young people’s. I’d hoped to get a shot of our balcony — dozens of garbage bags stewing the bejeezus out of the damn moths, but they’re not visible from the garden. (Probably fortunately since the old folks who make up the not so silent majority are very vocal about even laundry on balconies - and there’s plenty of that too!)

Anyway, must be about halfway there now, got lots of good stuff thrown out, and some very thorough spring cleaning too.

And I caught these lovely flowers on my way back up.

No time for visiting people’s journals at the moment though, and still have to start preparing for Christmas (which I’m hosting again).