Perfection on a Tuesday

There’s not much left to say when one comes face to face with perfection. This morning, in warmest, most delicate April sunlight, the alchemilla leaves in my garden displayed their morning dew harvest in such an exquisite way that it left me speechless. Completely and utterly speechless. For a bit. You, lovely reader, you know

A better day

Thanks for all your lovely messages of support yesterday. I cannot even begin to say how grateful I am. In case you missed it: I had a bit of a rant day. There was a lot I had to get off my chest and on to a page and I did just that. Afterwards, the