I sat on the veranda at dusk this evening listening to the frog chorus from the stream below Serge's field and watched two bats flitting between the just-coming-into-bloom apple trees.
The deep mauve lilac tree at the back of the house filled the moist, still air with perfume.
I've been away on a course for a few days. It's good to be home.
(click on the title to this post to hear the frogs)
2 years ago