I just love wandering the garden when it’s almost dark, with a glass of something chilled. The gloves are off, the tools are put away and the shed is locked. Just enjoy it.
The colours “pop” like neon. The chatty sparrows and operatic blackbird have nearly all gone silent. It’s so quiet and peaceful. And then a song will come into my head, inspired by a plant, an insect, a feeling or a colour and I can’t get it out….