A ladybug alighted on my laundry basket this morning. She watched as I tamed the flapping sheets into neat little bundles. Undisturbed, or perhaps intrigued, by my presence she continued her day among the green blades of grass.
It's quite magical on a chilly winter morning when the sun hits the tin fence and pushes the mist up over the top. I have to be lucky to be standing at my coffee machine at the perfect time to catch its ten short minutes of rolling beauty. hdsr
There is something very jovial about an armchair outdoors. A very familiar item and a very familiar setting, but the combination of the two so very strange. I came across this chair sunning itself on the grass this afternoon. It was particularly comical as it is a back lane - there aren't any houses that
