I have just returned from my usual Sunday lunch out and to put it mildly - I am replete.
The temperature is on the up, so that although it is a cloudy day it is actually quite warm out there. At last the daffodils are beginning to open and there of pots of polyanthus everywhere.
When I was a child there was a man in our village called Tom F who grew the most beautiful polyanthus and each Spring he bedded out the whole of his front garden with them, tightly packed in - an amazing show of colour. Folk came from miles around to see them. Funny that I should just be reminded of him maybe seventy five years after his colourful garden attracted interest - I don't honestly think I have thought of him in the interim years. And yet that one act served to ingrain itself in my memory - the brain is such a wonderful thing.
I am sure we all have memories stored away somewhere from our past, memories which can be triggered by the slightest happening in present day events. Have you one you can share with us?