I woke to the birdsong of a glorious day and realised why I loved being “home”: the chats with the local bus driver on the way back from the shops; the neighbour who rings out of the blue to ask Mum how she’s going and if there’s anything that she needs; the friend who pops in with afternoon tea; the blooming clivia, the many nameless plants and the laughing orchids running riot in Mum’s garden. Here’s a pic of the latter made with the Mosaic Maker in FD’s Flickr Toys.
