Happy Birthday Vytas.

It's Vytas' birthday today. He's 26, how the years fly by. He lives up in Leicester and is, hopefully, nearing the completion of his thesis for his PhD (physics). It's a long way from the little boy who told his nursery school teacher that he didn't draw people, only rockets. As can be seen from the picture of Vytas, Sally and friend there really was snow in other parts of the country. (I copy all the Facebook photos of the boys so I get to see what they are up to.)
Here the weather has slipped back to grey and nothingness. It was fine for gardening and my weeding is still on schedule. The first area tackled was the hardy geranium bed at the edge of the lawn. The grass had grown into the flower bed and some of the geraniums were making their escape across the lawn. I like an exuberant natural(ish) garden but the lawn was disappearing under some common pink geranium so I ruthlessly dug it all out. Combined with the mole tunnels there and the wet conditions at the bottom of the hill that bit of lawn now resembles a muddy battlefield. The rest of the day was spent hacking/stabbing/ pulling out the big bracken heads growing between the rocks. It's a hard horrible job which probably explains why it wasn't done last year. I have been working further away from the pond so the frogs have been croaking away and laying yet more frogspawn. Over on the lake there has been a lot of quacking from the ducks - today and splashing from the 10 Canada geese - yesterday.
After climbing about on the hillside I finished my day sitting by the scree garden with my book and a cup of tea until twilight and light drizzle sent me indoors.