First al fresco breakfast of the year today. There’s a bit of terrace outside the back door with a two-person cafe table and three basket chairs. It’s an early morning suntrap and completely private.
Two chairs for us; the third for the Saturday newspapers and supplements and for putting the feet up.
Red and gold tulips (a bit garish, actually, though there’s quite a lot of yellow about in the garden at the moment) stand colourfully to attention on the low wall at the edge of the lawn and at the far side of the pond and overhanging the water, the Japanese maple (Acer palmatum dissectum for anyone who cares) has come into leaf; the softest, most graceful mound of deepest red.
Blue sky, birds twittering, one frog making his presence felt with the odd croak from under the ivy beneath the Viburnum, blackbirds pecking crumbs on the bird table and a pair of particularly dense, half-tame wood pigeons nesting on a branch overhanging the path – which I expect to get lower and lower when the chicks hatch.
Scrambled egg, mushrooms and tomatoes on granary brown toast. Jasmine tea.
So nice to sit reading, feeling the warmth of sun on skin.