Me And My Dwarf Forsythia

Oh I feel such the dilettante gardener.  From the top of my needs to be cut soon head (tomorrow) to the toes of my scuffed gold ballet flats ( not gold heels as suggested by some of you) I stand in awe to the other 100's of gardeners who posted both inspiring pictures and the Latin names of their blooms yesterday on May Dreams Gardens Bloom Day yesterday.

There I was happily prattling on about my pansies and a single snowdrop that survived  a massive burial in my garden years ago . And I'm still sporting my December header. Shame,shame,shame. I did not show well. So next month, on the 15th of April, I promise to show up in a pair of wellies with dictionary in hand.  Maybe I'll wear glasses.  Maybe I'll steal one of  Webb's camellia pictures and use it as a new header:)

But let me tell you who did shine.  Travelers, my insurance company, came through.  Roof leaked on Thursday, roofing company came in the  rain and replaced shingles. On Monday afternoon, a lovely adjuster arrived, took some photos, admired the house and garden.  By Monday night a check was cut and in the mail.  When does this happen?  I've always heard horror stories from people attempting to get reimbursed from their insurance companies.Thank you Travelers, faith affirmed.

I'm hoping once the attic drywall and insulation is replaced,the kitchen ceiling repainted and we have a visit from an electrician, maybe, just maybe, we can begin to rebuild the Send Jane and GG to England Fund.

If not, we can always pour a cup of tea, tilt our heads back and while admiring our freshly painted ceiling think of England.