Perfect ending

Rook perched upon the pine tree, dark silhouette against the evening sky, calls out in the twilight. All around the garden the song rings out, Blackbird from the Hawthorn hedge, Chaffinch from the ivy covered bough, joined with countless small birds, cacophonous joy-filled song. Robin, from his chimney perch, trills out one final song an evening blessing…

Perfectly Still

Already frost has painted the garden white, as moonlight and starlight strengthen in the fading light. After weeks of wind and rain, finally a still night, a perfect sunset. The restless sea serene and calm; quiet falls upon the garden, birds retreat to their roosts. Chicken ladies wend their way to bed, reluctantly leaving the comfort of the backdoor and hunker down in straw-filled coop. “Goodnight” whispers the silver garden. “Goodnight” murmurs contented, tired gardener…

Goodnight, dear readers (good morning to those just waking up!)

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