Beetroot

I'm loving my garden. The beet roots won't have time to grow, but I can make good use of the leaves.

I finished painting my sitting room this morning - just the woodwork to finish but that will have to be kept for Friday nights. The boys are gloss magnets. Being busy is helping with the waiting for information. The temptation is to hide under the covers but no good ever came of that.

This evening sees a welcome return to essay writing with an analysis of a passage from Homer's Odyssey. I'm in love with epic poetry at the moment. There is such comfort in the rhythm and repetition.