This week has been, with one exception, a week of sunshine and days of summer,
and the house hums with the afterglow long into the evening.
The midsummer Solstice is approaching, and in the marsh behind our house the birds sing all through the night.
As I sit here the sun has finally dipped behind the Sugarloaf, and the moths begin to make their slow bumping way in through the open window,
And there! A peacock calls across the fields. Echoing like a forgotten dream of India.
Little feet amongst the daisies.
Normal blogging returns from now!
I hope you all had a beautiful weekend!