Only the Birdsong to Bedeck the Peace.

The weather was so pleasant today that I decided to have an afternoon cup of tea outside – sitting at the table at the top of my lawn with a book.

The air was warm, the sun veiled, and the view across the valley increasingly misty as it stretched to the low hills beyond. This is a landscape replete with trees of many sorts, and they are at their most varied at this time of year. The big old standards still have the skeletal look of winter about them, but others are clothed with the gauzy softness of spring. An occasional breath of breeze persuaded the daffodils to nod now and then; and all was silence, save for the song of birds.

This is a nice place to live.