To some that might seem like an ordinary thing, to have the clouds part and the blue of cornflowers light the sky with optimism.
I come from Yorkshire, this is akin to a mini miracle. And I mention optimism with a ring of truth to it because it does make you feel hopeful. There is nothing like the warmth of the Orb beating down, warming the silk of your hair and the once defeated arch of your spine… there is nothing like that jolt of vitamin on the breeze to make you feel you can reconquer the world.
Or the garden.
Which is what we did… realising three hours later that weeds were in fact our only flora. Garden looking a bit bare, Love?
Oh well at least it’s a great deal tidier. :) xx
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