Dear daffodils, I’m really enjoying seeing the vast swathes of you here in Scotland. At home you are mainly all finished, especially along roadsides, but here you are still in full swing and there seem to be thousands of you everywhere.
Dear self, Well done for getting out into the garden last weekend and cutting back those shrubs.
Dear tree/shrub sap, You are very sticky, aren’t you? I am not impressed that some of you is now on my coat, but I suppose it was rather foolish of me to wear a decent coat, rather than an old one, when popping out into the garden to cut back a few plants. I will know better next time (I hope).
Dear roads, Thank you for, once again, being quite quiet on the drive north earlier in the week. It’s a shame about the rain, though, as we were driving through the Lake District because we couldn’t see a single bit of your beautiful countryside.
Dear St Andrews, I am looking forward to visiting you tomorrow and being taken down memory lane.