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 bumps the Sunday meditation to Saturday, thanks to the dog brother and the angelic Shanahan ... - It's not the sabbath - well not without some theological debate and a certain Jewishness entering the discussion - but all the same, the pond likes it ...
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