I'm sitting on the back steps outside my bedroom patio door. The sun has just set, but there is a lingering warmth in the air. The resident Blackbird is poking around to feed her second chick (who she introduced me to yesterday by plonking it down the behind the greenhouse as I rigged up my holiday irrigation system), the Sparrows (who I've name Larry and Phyllis) are feeding their second brood - in the eves of the house (in preference to the sparrow terrace I built for them, which to give them credit, they did raise their first brood in!). The sky is clear but for a few rolling clouds. I've just broken for three weeks summer holiday. I have a bottle of Grolsch in my hand and the sweet, heady aroma of the copious quantities of Night Scented Stock I planted is washing over me in aromatic waves of pure heaven.
Really, does it get any better than this...?
Really, does it get any better than this...?
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