It may seem mawkish but I've got an app that counts the days since Jane died. It doesn't help and I don't even know why I need to know. This afternoon has been one of those weepy times probably because I went out in Jane's Smart Car and listened to her Desert Island Discs CD. All her favourite music on several CDs. Sometimes I'm drawn to thinking about her like a moth to a candle and it hurts but I cannot stop myself and I wouldn't want to.

Another couple of hours in the flower beds and I'm getting on top of the weeds. I decided to take some more photos of flowers because Jane would always see the good in everything - the flowers were important and the weeds, well they're there to be pulled up. She had a similar approach to people always seeing the best in everyone - I'm trying hard to emulate her...

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Don't ask me to name the flowers because I can't but all suggestions gratefully received...