It’s the little things in life that please me...
“William’s back, quick look, William’s back!” Was it the return of the prodigal son? No, just my over reaction to the return of William the Woodpecker to the nut feeder. Most years he monopolises the feeder, scattering the sparrows as he swoops in. But this year we have been back almost a month and there was no sign of him until this morning. Actually, it might be Wilhelmina, I must check the colour of his head.
Hearing the cicadas buzzing away as we cycled up the valley, surely a sign of warmer weather.
Hanging my washing outside in the fresh air – such a simple pleasure after a winter stuck in the confines of a flat in England.
Finally, a long, cold martini in the sunshine before dinner. Bliss!