Post 421. OUR ROZ WOULD HAVE BEEN 52

LAST SATURDAY

AND THE ENTIRE FAMILY CAME HERE.
First on board were Jac and Mike.

Mike immediately went to work with vengeance and a strimmer on Roz's overgrown wild flower plot and in a couple of hard working hours had the plot cut, raked, tidied of fallen tree, and ready for reseeeding. Our thanks again to him: he really is a good 'un.
The rest of the family then arrived and wildflower seed was liberally scattered.

Now the sun shines with cold determination and it looks as if even a rain dance will not bring the downpour needed to soak that seed in.
Ne'er mind. It was a grand day
Roz would have so enjoyed it.
Like the rest of us, she would have been horrified at developments elsewhere, too, and I believe would be in agreement with me when I conjecture:

SO YOU DEMOLISH AN ENTIRE COUNTRY.

WHAT THEN, MR. PUTIN?
Day trips for those of your brave, unquestioning, supporters prepared to risk nerve gas residue and the wrath of Ukrainian guerrillas?
Look what you are doing to the world, you silly born bastard!