Cast a clout, now

My goodness, the month of May be soon out and thus I may find my clouts to cast them.

As I sit, as wood smoke shifts by me, I must write a few words before the month be out. Summer seems to be here and the evenings once again treat us to what life can be like. People once again smile at each other.

Very simply, life is halcyon. Bird song, fountaining water in the pond, Trish hosing the borders and the cat staring at anything. As a squirrel scuttered across the lower roof of the garden room, a hedgehog struggled across the paving below. The cat was somewhat interested, but he finds such days something of a time when you don't really be need to be bothered.

I like it. But there is an edge which ekes in around the time the sun sinks. Another layer is called for to cover the cool calling from the west. The light dims and the sky azures and purples. I am pleased and it all costs nothing.

It is now 10pm.

These are the days.