Sat on the terrace in the early evening sunshine after a good day's graft in the garden and a lovely shower. Lots of exuberant bird song and good wine. Perfect.
Vendée - 20kms from Atlantic coast.
"The price good men (and women) pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men (and women)."
Oooh, can you hover Fairy how cool, realistically, 2 mt, isnt anywhere nar enough, coughs and sneezes havent read that particular rulebook, they go much further. I find when you get in the shops it all goes pear shaped anyway, people dont follow the arrows, heard yesterday, ocl down the over 70s till Christmas, bah humbug!!
It was the one running on the farm lane that was the worst @Nanny Beach . I had stopped to sort my headphones, and she came up behind me. Because it's been dry, and none of the vegetation has grown yet, the track is wide enough for people to easily keep 2 metres, apart on most of it - certainly on that bit. She had loads of room, yet ran right by me. Stupid cow. Anyway - the swallows were back at the farm too, so that made up for it!
I've always loved those simple pleasures, but I doubt that those who don't already do that, will remember, or notice, any of it once things go back to normal. They'll be caught up in their hectic lives again, and won't hear the blackbirds, or enjoy the smell of cut grass.
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
I'm ridiculously excited that my Clematis tangutica seeds, liberated from the road side of a garden wall in Halifax last autumn, are producing little roots on their damp kitchen paper, inside a plastic bag...
Since 2019 I've lived in east Clare, in the west of Ireland.
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Anyway - the swallows were back at the farm too, so that made up for it!
I've always loved those simple pleasures, but I doubt that those who don't already do that, will remember, or notice, any of it once things go back to normal. They'll be caught up in their hectic lives again, and won't hear the blackbirds, or enjoy the smell of cut grass.
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...