This morning Dearest and I set off at the crack of something that resembled dawn. We walked down to the station to begin our journey to the Chelsea Flower show. A day off during the week, for him was like playing hooky, and we were in high spirits that cut through the early morning grump. However, an old man stopped us before we got to the train. We didn't know him, but he evidently needed to share some disturbing news. So that was how we heard about the atrocity in Manchester last night. We stopped and listened and shared his distress.
At Chelsea, an hour or so later, while we were looking at some of the most beautiful blooms that Nature and man can achieve, we could not help but think of the flowers that will be left in memorial to those who lost their lives last night at Manchester's Arena.
A bleak day for many today.
T
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