Although a pot of tulips is now in full flame-like flower some daffodil bulbs which I planted in a pot at the same time last year have come to nothing. This is not the first time I have been let down. Daffodils don't grow for me.
As I walk up the small street called Grove Avenue I pass a woman in a cloud of spray cleaning the paint work of her house with a Karchner pressure washer. As I come level with her she switches it off allowing me to get through the haze dry as a bone. There is something pleasing about the power and simplicity of these machines, which has always attracted me though I have never used one.