What a beautiful day.
Spoken like a true Brit, I know, but perhaps being able able to appreciate our surroundings and feel grateful for good weather is something we’ve got right.
The sky this morning is a bright blue with clouds so white they almost hurt the eyes; pure and vibrant, scudding across an expanse currently unspoiled by contrails in this time of lockdown. The early spring sunshine bathes the garden in a glow that belies the air temperature and is reflected in a million drops of dew hanging from new growth.
What a beautiful day.