Wednesday, 2 April 2008


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.

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