I love to take time to peg out the washing on mild mornings and listen to the birds and insects. The bumblebees newly emerged were sleepily binging on daffodil pollen, once again I marvel at the size and wonder what miracle it is at the best of times, let alone half asleep, that they can take flight. The brimstone butterflies danced through the garden this weekend - they are the most beautiful sulphur yellowy green - true gymnasts of the air. As I pottered a woodpecker was drilling in the distance and the robin sat and watched me - head cocked on one side. Who would tumbledry and miss this eden.
Sunday 15 March 2009
Pegging out washing on the line
I love to take time to peg out the washing on mild mornings and listen to the birds and insects. The bumblebees newly emerged were sleepily binging on daffodil pollen, once again I marvel at the size and wonder what miracle it is at the best of times, let alone half asleep, that they can take flight. The brimstone butterflies danced through the garden this weekend - they are the most beautiful sulphur yellowy green - true gymnasts of the air. As I pottered a woodpecker was drilling in the distance and the robin sat and watched me - head cocked on one side. Who would tumbledry and miss this eden.
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you've inspired me to get a clothesline hung and to acquire some clothespins. thanks.
ReplyDeletefound you cecilia's way. bless you.