I love Spring evenings, when the world seems translucent and the birds sound like a Catholic congregation: hallelujah, hallelujah. Their gentle, reverent voices make the light shine with joy.
gentle, bee-coloured shadows
beach barbecue dinners
smiles full of long, low sunlight
the gentling of the sky
peace & promise
And some treasures found online recently ...
The true size of countries.
The human brain is hard-wired for rural environments.
Have I shared this before? How folklore haunts the British countryside.
The transformation of the six-year old child.