Wish you were here

I did nothing today.

The violets are gone, and the apple blossom's finished, but the bluebells are open. I just go into the grove at the bottom and it's all there, along with harebells, tiny wild geraniums and stitchwort. When the sun shines the smell is wild and lovely.

The trees are putting on a pace and our sage, barely planted, is flowering purple. The cats have been exploring all day and the sky is blue.

I love this place.