
Early Sunday
Nothing beats an early morning stroll around the garden.

In the wild flower meadow nature has collapsed the daffodils overnight. Slowly, imperceptibly, the daffs are waking as the sun warms them.

… one of the most enjoyable parts of the day is the early morning wander around the garden, just listening to the birds, looking at emerging buds, second guessing which bits will appear next.

Arguably, the spelling could be correct as it was here last week, and it’s still here. Double checking is always good. Feel sorry for the person who signed it off though. Made my share of too busy to check errors.

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