The athletes have packed up their medals and memorabilia and gone home. The venues have been stripped of the furniture and trappings of the event, and the people of Glasgow are returning to a life less normal by the recounting of wins, gripping stories, and hilarious happenings.
Scotland is celebrating its athletes winning a dizzying best of 53 medals, while UNICEF is planning how best to spend the £5m raised at the event. And the closing ceremony came in for less criticism than the opening one, with the age of some of the performers causing not a few women to hope they can look as good when they reach that stage of life.
So what do you do for relaxation in the aftermath? Well, the day being sunny with a slight breeze, we went out and ended up at a garden centre. Not quite your usual garden centre but one set within the former red brick walled garden of an estate.
Here protected by the walls and a wide border of vegetation, abutting a wood, a warm, sheltered microclimate provides an ideal situation for a plant centre where its own produce is grown as organically as possible. And rather than chemicals, the resident hedgehogs work hard eating the slugs. We used to have a hedgehog in our garden, but, sadly, a few weeks ago we found it dead by a flowerbed.
In an organic garden it was hardly surprising to find lots of butterfly-attracting plants as well as a section devoted to composting, something we are all encouraged to do with our garden rubbish and kitchen waste. So while husband poked around the selection of bins and read of their advantages, I wandered off to check out the herbs.
I like places like this that build on the history and character of the original garden which probably supplied in years past all the fruit, vegetables and flowers for the house. None of the original glasshouses remain but in whichever direction I looked the faded red brick walls smiled coyly behind beds of produce or shrubs, keeping the secrets of what work and indiscretions they have seen over the years to themselves.
By the entrances to growing tunnels and amongst the plants nestled garden ornaments, pre-rusted to provide a well-established, aged ambiance, and an array of containers, plant supports, baskets and planters to add to the Victorian estate ambiance and with a purchase transfer some of that to your own windswept patch where the grass is long overdue a sheer and the weeds delight in running amok in the summer sun. No medals would be won by us for gardening.
Had we not been late in arriving we might have sampled the Birdhouse Tearoom, but we only had time to buy a packet of parsley seed which can apparently be sown till August. However the large range of unusual herbs will probably see us making another visit in early spring to stock up for next year.