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 counts its blessings and is lucky the Terrorists have Claire Harvey ... - With the Pellists long gone from town, and the Jensenist heresy now disjointed and forlorn - oh complimentary women, why do you forsake us? - the pond us...
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