Sunday offering

Over twenty years ago, when we lived in Hampshire, we had a young Indonesian girl lodging with us.  She was the friend of a cousin, adopted by an American couple, and had just been expelled from her school in the UK, so needed a perch for a while!  She was a brilliant girl, full of beans and always bouncing, a bit like Tigger.  

Every so often she would land in the kitchen, first thing in the morning, and with eyes sparkling, announce that "It's a great to be alive day today!".  And today is one of those days.  Tilly and I have just walked round the barley field.  The sun is white-gold in a powder blue sky.  It's Sunday, and we have visitors coming for tea, so I have some baking to do this morning. Then, with a bit of luck, the sun will still be shining this afternoon, and we can sit in the garden.

Can't resist showing you this blackberry leaf, glowing in the wood as we passed.  

Delicious colour.