Morning dawned cool and grey but gradually unwrapped into bright sunshine.  The garden, neglected for a week while I paid attention to the house, throbbed with the sound of bumble bees. From far above the fields, a cry from the sky signalled the return of a pair of eagles circling the blue. The wren peeped out from her hiding place and a mouse scuttled under my feet. Butterflies flitting from spires of Verbascum,  Buddleia and Sweet Jopi; teasing as they stay just out of reach or rest briefly on a shoulder. Feeling satisfied as the trug fills with weeds for the composter. The air a heady mix of sweet scents…..