In the shade, in the quiet. The lake quietly lays; stirring only when the odd droplet of water rolls off a leaf and breaks the surface.
A couple of birds sing out and await replies, but no calls are returned. No basking snakes, no dancing butterflies.


Honeysuckle. Sometimes you get a really good strong whiff from one of these gorgeous bushes. Such amazing perfume.

Something occurred... Five feathers remain.






I assumed mushrooms only grew in Autumn but clearly that's not the case.
Sophie