In the study, quiet air inside, window draped with rain, dogs sleeping, our breath filling the spaces between.

There is a community of song in my garden today, birds’ wings and melodies, leaves and wind chime played by the breeze, bubbling water.

Walking dogs in the fresh air, noticing acorns, blackberries and ash keys. All getting ready for autumn.

Cool days; earth enjoying the rain.

Sitting in the rain under a tree, breathing the cool air, smelling the earth. The garden shares itself whatever the weather, dispenses peace.