Triffid Grove
I went to tea at a neighbor’s this afternoon with several nice old ladies, one of which is an actual lady. As in Lady So-and-so. It was all very congenial. No cucumber sandwiches, but there were homemade cheese straws and digestive biscuits.
On the way out, I was astonished to discover our hostesses’ artichoke grove. This is just a section of it; it went on for yards and yards. She said it springs up of its own accord every year. She gave some away and let the rest bloom.
I was rather proud of our two large, plump artichokes and the several little ‘uns we let go to flower (they are rather pretty thistles. The Victorians grew them as ornamental plants).
And that was the first social outing I’ve had in four months.
I don’t care what the government says, I think I’m rather done with this lockdown shenanigans.
p.s. Oh! And one of the old ladies did exclaim, “blow me!” at one point. My day is complete.
p.p.s. Have a good weekend, everyone.
August 14, 2020 — 6:59 pm
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