Okay, so a lot in life is currently awry if not completely cactus, but every time I go out into the back yard, the smell of the jasmine all down the side fence wafts over to me in sweet little gusts.
The whole back yard smells like flowers.
And there are other less heady but equally climby and spilly things further down the back.
Given that one of the things getting me down is the treacherous weather, reverting to grey and wet and windy and freezing after that glorious brief breath of spring, it's hard to believe that half an hour ago when I took these photos, the sky looked like this.
Confirmed this Sunday ... no sign of wit or life under the Polonius tree, just another shaggy dog joke running wild and free ... - So what's new this Sunday? Oh okay Devine's imitation of a screeching harridan, fresh from the Jacqui Lambie school of deportment, isn't news, it's so sta...
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