Happy Valentine's Day from the Land of the (sometimes tearful) Strawberries! Who was St Valentine anyway? Was he renowned for love and appreciation, or just hijacked by the makers of cards and the growers of flowers.
I went to the, recently and nationally bemoaned, supermarket last night to buy washing-up liquid, and could not believe the rank and file of men, young to old, standing defeated in front of the card display. They were, to a man, standing with hunched shoulders and grey expressions, staring helplessly at the plethora of love. I hope the respective loved ones will have appreciated their effort!
This is categorically the very last time that you will see this mess in the back garden. Next week is half-term and our new phase of decluttering will be extending outside.
This is the first time that I am showing you the view from the front window. You can just make out a For Sale sign. It will soon be utterly lost when the cherry tree wakens from winter slumber, but it's very much a new landmark for us this week! It arrived yesterday, so Jane's Window Views will be a useful tool for counting how much time it will take for Strawberry Land to up stalks and move who knows where! Well, not too far, we hope.