A Sunday in Spring....

The sun is shining, and I have had a lovely slow day. I woke and lay in bed a while watching all those energetic souls running the London Marathon in perfect conditions this morning, and then spoke to my daughter on Skype. And then I watered my garden, and marvelled at all the growing seedlings, cooked lunch for my son, while half watching the Grand Prix from Bahrain and settled down to read one of those books waiting for me.

Then Glynis and Peter arrived with an invitation to join them for tea, and off we went across the valley to a lovely favourite place for tea/coffee and scones (yes again!).

The oildseed rape is out in full flower already, as you can see, and the countryside around here is like a sea of yellow. And when the sun shines, it dazzles the eyes.

Home again, after browsing round the little shops, and I walked out into the garden to enjoy the lovely golden late afternoon sun, and saw this sparrow up in the apple tree. Isn't the blossom beautiful?
And don't tell me if is isn't a sparrow. It is a little brown thing with speckles. That will do nicely.

Lots drifting round in my mind - the Compassion Bloggers have arrived in India, so please pop over and read their accounts of their experiences, and, if possible, consider sponsoring a child too.

Dreams, ideas, thoughts and fears. The stuff we all have going on. Today, however, is the now we need to focus on, and so I am off to curl up with that book again, and rest. Enjoy the rest of your weekends!