If you ever visit and you get out of bed at say 5:00 am you'll find that the rising sun plays amazing tricks, setting the she-oaks ablaze. It's just this one spot that cops the reflected light, and it only ever lasts a few minutes. The lapwings seem to like it to, because they are often here to watch it happen
It's almost the end of the month, and the Home of the Biting Midge is finally hitting her stride. Michael arrived yesterday, and tonight we have another six overnight plus a few more for tea, and the place is sparkling, after all it was cleaned to within an inch of its life yesterday for the gummint blokes' inspection.
I'm sure there's a word for the feeling one gets after the event, after one has spent months of sleeplessness, planning what to say and do, how to counter every punch, being TOTALLY prepared, and then then, when the meeting happens it all goes according to that plan. The other side depart offering reassurance and hope.
It has to be a trick.
Surely.
Like the sun in the trees.
But I've captured that moment, haven't I?
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Yes you've captured that moment perfectly ... so perfectly is makes me want to yawn and go back to bed. I wouldn't even know if such a moment existed in my garden. I note the frangipani too, can smell it from here.
Glad the 'visit' went well but I'm sure you'll enjoy today's visitors better.
My favourite time of the morning, even in the city.
The anticipation and the buildup is too much for me. I always feel immense disappointment in my own endeavours afterwards.
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