“Sunday, the day for the language of leisure.”
― Elfriede Jelinek
that is how I like my Sunday, switching off the continuous buzz of voices on the radio and concentrating on the papers or a book.
Breakfast I stand and watch the baby rabbit pop its head over the church wall and look down with interest on the green salady things in the cold frame, too far to jump thank goodness. Cannot catch him on camera so Beatrix Potter comes to the rescue as Benjamin gathers onions....
It is definitely a rabbit warren round here, when we walk over the fields, half a dozen baby rabbits cluster round the edge of their burrow by the river. There seems to be a buzzard hunting around every morning as well, mobbed by other birds.
Yesterday evening the tractors and trailers raced back and forward on the road till late bringing in trailer fulls of cut grass - silage maybe? Someone said, Roy I think, that when you see the farmers collecting the grass (sad I can't say hay) it means dry warm weather for a few days.
The first rose has appeared, a faint drift of perfume, and Jennie has sent me a whole lot of aquilegia seeds to start off, one of my favourite flowers is the aquilegia from its dark purple tones that you find in the wild, down to the 'granny bonnets' through the pinks to white, and a yellow one to boot.
It is coffee time.