Sunday was a windy, warm day in our garden. It was also 'Aftermas'.
Most years at the end of January we have an 'After-Christmas' after-noon party for as many family and friends as we can. It's nice, we think, to get together before school and work starts taking over from the summer. It seems that with partners, melded families, step-thingys, etc., often it's just too hard to see all the people you'd like to on the 25th December, so we have another one for all the people we missed, a month later.
Adam came by bicycle, GB by 'handbag', and because of the new seal on the drive, everyone entered the garden by walking up the newly-re-discovered, triffid-free garden path.
I met my eldest son's partner's parents for the first time, and was given a stunning, olive and orange, hand-embroidered Phulkari, which just took my breath away.
Under the trees, we tucked the older ones onto pillows in sheltered corners, and everyone else found a seat or, in one case, a blow-up sumo costume. The pot luck food and drink covered three tables and the sun shone at regular intervals. and, as Big Ted would have said, 'A Good Day Was Had By All'.
At dusk, we watched from the dining-room windows as all the birds feasted on the crumbs.