Sometimes words just aren’t enough to describe the rosy tint of the sky at dusk …
or the sound of the buzzard flying high, circling and mewling … chased by crows …
or the sight of the fields … hedgerows crowned in May blossom
or hearing the bleat of lambs calling for their mothers … distant white specks on the horizon
Sometimes words just aren’t enough to describe my joy at finding lots of tiny pear fruitlets … more than ever before … I have yet to taste the juicy flesh of my very own pears … will they hang on this year, flesh out and mature … I can only wait and hope.
Joy comes in all shapes and sizes … even in a floral china cream jug and sugar bowl with a lovely apricot rose design … new to my collection.
or a Peony in full bloom …
or the first of many breakfasts sitting outside in the sun eating my own fresh strawberries …
and lastly … who wouldn’t enjoy an afternoon cup of tea after a hard day in the garden … I have a lot to be thankful for.
Finding joy in the little things … ‘til next time … have a lovely weekend.
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