After the rain...

The other night it rained softly through the night, leaving behind a mist covered morning.

I woke at 5 a.m to the sounds of a ships fog horn.

Although we live miles from the sea, we are higher up and when all is still,

the distant sound of ships slowly making their way to points

beyond our Island can be heard.

I lay there wondering where the sailors would wake up...

Maybe shrouded in the same mist but a world away in the Far East.

When the dawn finally broke and it was light enough, I went out to the garden.

These kind of soft mornings are favorite starts to a summer day...

The rain suspended...

...bees already at work...

...fat poppy heads ready to burst open...

...seeds planted, finally coming up...

...strawberries and old bikes...

...delicate Japanese Iris stands guard by the greenhouse...

...and who's that I hear snoring in the field?

Why it's our old pal Blue, back for a few months of grazing.

Lazy boy, dreaming to the sounds of buzzing bees...

Paper thin poppies pop up here and there...

...and the perennial patch by the barn...always a bright spot in the spring...

Hope your garden is growing well...