I love summer nights. Well, I'll rephrase that. I love summer evenings. As soon as I say "summer nights" I immediately hear in my head the words sung in that horrible jangly way they're sung at the end of the song in Grease (I'm of that age).
A representative sample of my kids and I took the puppy for her second ever proper walk this evening. The gorse was in full bloom.
We also saw some hedgehogs that had been carved from a tree trunk since our last visit. We also saw lots of joggers but I didn't like to photograph them in case I was reported to the police. And some brownies. Even more so there.
The bracken was looking extremely healthy too and had what I think of as "the smell of green". We saw a few trees too of course, seeing as we were in a wood.
And in other news, I am now on day three of being A Woman Who Does Not Need Caffeine. Yesterday and the day before I had none. This morning I forgot and made myself a coffee with regular instant. However I feel Mr Nighttime is just being mean posting his delicious post about the black nectar to tempt me mercilessly and, I feel, needlessly.
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