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.
In which the pond marvels at the bromancer's generous "I'm alright Jack, so please go away Jill" good Samaritan thoughts ... - The pond was delighted by the comments word-counting prattling Polonius attracted - pedantry is always its own reward - even if it came at the expense of...
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