Sometimes, when the sun is shining and a blackbird is absolutely singing its heart out, so the air is filled with the beautiful liquid notes of its song, and when the spring leaves are coming out, nothing more is needed for contentment than a beer and a book in the garden.
There is still a keen freshness in the air, and the scent of the hops in the beer seem especially fragrant.
Nothing more is needed then than, perhaps, a ghostly, misty, shape arising from the marshes and speaking one’s name…
Mick Canning 
Sounds like a day to enjoy! We’re anxiously awaiting rain…
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We’re actually getting to the point where we could do with some rain, too. Wouldn’t have believed it a month ago!
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Love this, Mick. Enjoy!
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Thanks, Pam. Nice to feel we’re clear of winter, at last.
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👏👏👏
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It sounds like a lovely, lazy day, and there’s not a thing at all wrong with that.
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Definitely not.
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Beautiful post, Mick. You evoke such a deep feeling of contentment and peace.
The blackbird’s song is still making me happy as is your description of nature around you.
Miriam
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Thanks, Miriam. Very peaceful.
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That looks like a lovely sunny day in spring. Hope you’re having a great evening. I hope the ‘ghostly apparitions’ are friendly when they come out to call you.
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Thank you. Yes, a good evening. And they were very friendly, Nicole. Possibly too friendly…
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That is pretty scary. 😱 please take care out there.
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Ahhhhh … peace. Something to be said for nature … and a beer and a book. Enjoy!
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Thanks, Jill. A good way to ignore all the news.
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😊 Yep, for a little while, anyway.
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A lovely post, Mick.
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Thanks, Robbie. A lovely day!
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A beer and a book in the garden is possibly the best way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
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Absolutely, Paul. Thank you!
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💗
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Around here, the favorite scent of spring is freshly turned earth. Waiting for the sweetest scent of all: fresh cut hay.
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Certainly some freshly turned earth in our garden, too. Smells good.
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A wonderfully seasonal post!
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Thanks, Malcolm.
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I live this time of year and hanging out the washing is my favourite chore with the blackbird singing and the robin hopping around.
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Ooh, just be careful hanging out the washing with that blackbird hanging around…remember the warning in the nursery rhyme!
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Lucky you reminded me – though my blackbirds seem quite genial.
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That’s a relief.
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A perfect day, in my opinion!
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It did feel that way, Arv. Thanks…and take care!
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You are welcome. Hope all is well at your end.
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All well here, Arv. It’s you guys I worry about at the moment.
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I know Mick. I guess it will take its own time looking at how things are. It is sad and ironic.
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It seems awful at the moment. Absolutely awful.
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Ah, the simple pleasures. Perhaps there’s a spectre of hope after all…
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Definitely, Dave. Hope you guys are okay.
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This sounds like poetry Mick…you painted a beautiful picture with your words and it went perfectly well with the photograph.
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Thanks, Smitha.
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