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One of Those Days

 It’s one of those days that you want to hold onto forever. One of those days where you think, ‘I could happily live in days like these for the rest of my life.’ The sun is shining, but not too hotly; there is a gentle breeze. I’m sitting outside working on some business plans. Nell is conversing with bumblebees which are attracted by the chive flowers…

I’ve had conversations with Nell about conversing with bumblebees but I think it is now best to let her find out for herself. Learnt experiences and all that. I saved her from Injury By Enormous Wasp earlier today. Sometimes, she settles under the table…


And sometimes she wanders around, tangling herself up with table and chair legs and flower pots, and then I have to stop what I’m doing and go to the rescue, but that is good because it makes me stand up and stretch. The wisteria is looking fabulous…


Behind me, a bed of randomly seeded flowers…


And to the left, the new barbecue. We had First Barbecue of the Season yesterday and decided that, as our old barbecue was crumbling and rusting and was fit only for nesting wrens, we’d go crazy and buy a new one. Four burners! And a bun warmer!

The first rose buds are emerging. Yellow on the climbing rose against the laundry wall, the pink of Wild Eldric at the front of the house. It won’t be long before all the roses are flowering. 

Nell is now chasing a small spider across the courtyard. Judging by the wagging of her tail and the licking of her lips, it might now be an ex-spider. Aaah, Nature eh? The Circle of Life. 

Yes, it’s One of Those Days. Enjoy, treasure and remember. 



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