After twelve - yes, 12! - days of clouds and rain it was a brilliant, sunny, mild day. And for the first time in ages I had my god-daughter, her mother and Dad and baby Bea all to myself. Our other reunions of late have been in the settings of occasions with parties involved. What a JOY. We relaxed over an elegant lunch with conversation that was mostly casual, exchanging ideas on a variety of stuff (cooking, tomatoes outdoors, already?, plants, the fish, the bird feeder). It was sometimes poignant but completely relaxed and full of love. I felt like I am part of a family. Here is a picture of the country as I left - wistfully - of the country side. The little black dots are cattle.
It doesn't apply here, but I couldn't help thinking of this:
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen ground swell up under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun...