It’s been a ‘wading through treacle’ kind of day for no good reason, and although I’ve managed to do some of the things that needed to be done, it still doesn’t feel like enough. So it’s time to say goodnight to today, and take comfort in a quiet evening. Things are growing and tonight the birds were singing gloriously, so do turn your volume up, if you can’t hear them.
Mr Pheasant briefly interrupted this pleasant melodiousness with his inelegant, croaky squawk, but he is part of home too. Time for bed as the sun sets, country style.
