Stellata

Wow.  What a contrast to yesterday.  It's 1830 (admittedly that's 1730 by yesterday's time) we still have the patio doors open, and the birds are tweeting noisily.

We woke quite early, and decided to tackle the patio.  Swept, washed the pots, resited and washed the swing seat. See extra for an overview.

We sat out on Dad's bench for a cuppa.  It needs a gentle sand and oil - a job for another day.

And so lovely to see the Magnolia Stellata flowering.

Afterwards, I did a little fluting and printed up the templates for the next block.  Now enjoying a gin and the aroma from the kitchen, where W is busy.