Roses by the Backdoor
Cardoons from the allotment for drawing.
Such a beautiful morning. Blue skies, breeze, bird song, cats idling about, occasional crow from our cockerel whose body clock is a little challenged, porridge, fresh coffee, art materials to hand....This is good, dare I say.
I'm always nervous about celebrating a wonderful morning...is this something British? Sometimes I think we're only happy when we're miserable. We feel safe then.
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