A day off, at last. Taking my tea and notepad to the patio, I find a perfect setting of peace.
We have a copse of woods behind the house, and there are shots of it here. Our copse was never so beautiful than now, with morning sun drenching the underbrush from the east — so different from the few evening a when the sunlight must filter through western trees.
During moments lilke this, the many threads of my thoughts stitch what feels like a coherent quilt.