delightful encounter
A great tit showed up on the bird feeder today, and though I didn't have my camera close and the bird was too quick even for my love's iPhone, I got very excited to see it come and go a couple of times. Not only that I feel enormous joy in seeing the bird feeder is used (by the right creatures, as pigeons hover above it and constantly fail to land on something that small), but I congratulate myself for moving it in the back of the flat, by the window of our bedroom, and for lolling in bed on a Sunday just long enough to see the visitors. Surrounded by books and notebooks, magazines and plush toys that puzzle the cleaner each week (like Catty Batty), strawberries and chocolates, a sliced Granny Smith apple (the only type I enjoy, and even that rarely) and a rich coffee (our Peruvian beans enhanced by Mayan cocoa, cinnamon, and nutmeg—eat your heart out, Starbucks!), we got used with the idea of spending the day in London, quietly, instead of heading down to a Brighton of weather as moody as here (apologies, Gareth, we'll be more determined next time). It's a very good time to fly to Romania tomorrow, just as the rain arrives in Britain, and a take a welcome break from the maddening crowd in the mountains I haven't seen in three years.
And then, as I kept reading my book on the sparsely sunny windowsill in the study, one of my favourite visitors came to lunch on the grapefruit mint. I knew there was a reason to let those flowers bloom.
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