Late Colour.

The late sun was coloured deep orange this evening. It was painting the May blossom in the hedgerows and the white lilacs at the bottom of my garden an unaccustomed shade of cream. All I needed was a double shot Americano to pour some of it into.

My back aches and my arms are still suffering from nettle stings. I’m beginning to think that winter has its uses after all. No, I’m never satisfied. I don’t think I’ve ever been completely satisfied with anything in my life.