Welcome Back, Shirley

[poliphilo]

I took my mother for a push round the garden yesterday. Normally she's oblivious to her surroundings but on this outing she noticed a window ledge that wanted washing down, a shrub that needed pruning back and a self-seeded tree that wanted destroying. I disagreed (mostly in silence) on every point.  In one way this reappearance of the old Shirley was rather heartening, on the other I found myself getting pricklier and pricklier.

My mother and I have- or had when she was in her prime- opposing views and tastes in almost every sphere...