A piece of ginger in the kitchen has spouted an upright green tail. It looks an animal, a scotty perhaps but the the beige colour is wrong. I shall pot it and grow a ginger plant.
After the steady, penetrating rain this morning the grass has at last remembered that it is supposed to be green.
In the sun which followed the rain we sit in the Pantiles with chocolate chip icecream cornets.
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