One of life's great pleasures; returning home on a warm spring evening to take in the pleasures of the garden at twilight time. The cares and woes of the day are put to one side, moments are spent in quiet contemplation of the sun's dying rays illuminating the trees as shadows lengthen.Voltaire said "Il faut cultiver notre jardin"; I'm entirely happy to let someone else do the cultivating for me. The results are somewhat closer to my concept of the sublime than just worrying about where to put a shrubbery.
This time last year:
Marian shrines in our neighbourhood
Garden sprinklers in the spring heat
Late May reflections
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