Garden and field
Everything is where it belongs.
I like that.
I may leave England, but pretty much everything stays the same, waits for me.
So glad to be here, so happy to walk out into my garden and see my flowers.
So happy to walk out into the evening meadow and watch the sun set thru the pines. The birds are singing, the bees are so laden with pollen that they can hardly fly at the end of the day.
It’s hot here, the air smells sweet and damp. Thunderstorms are in the forecast.
Life is good. 😀