On this fine Monday morning - a light breeze and a bright sun - I had promised to go and take a photograph of my son's scarecrow (no doubt you will see it later on on his blog (Dominic Rivron)), so I went round their garden with the camera.
They have the most beautiful cat called Sinbad, who came to them as a very bedraggled stray. My daughter-in-law has a real affinity with animals and she nursed him back to health, although he is deaf. Now he rarely leaves her side and accompanied us round the garden, posing in appropriate places. Isn't he a beauty? Their garden is a real garden for wildlife and they also have toads, frogs and hedgehogs, including one hedgehog in a pen as she is also recovering. Of course, being daytime, she was in her little house, so no photo there.
But Mr and Mrs Toad were in their little terra cotta house on the side of the pond - and suitably decorated with pond weed as you can see.
As I drove back down our lane I saw that the Rosebay Willow Herb is out. What a remarkably successful plant it is. Its latin name is Epilobium - a genus of 215 species - and this one, of course, is now much-maligned as a pernicious weed. But really when you get up close it is a very pretty flower. At one time it was much prized in Victorian herbaceous borders but, sadly, it has been too successful. Its hundreds of wind-blown seeds float away in the breeze and grow almost anywhere. Favourite places are old building sites and old railway lines. Consequently it is now not allowed in any but the most tolerant gardener's vocabulary and has become much despised. A pity really because as you can see from the photograph, it is a handsome plant.
It is the kind of day here which makes you feel good to be alive - hope it is the same wherever you are - and that you feel the same too.