Yesterday was one of those days where I KNEW that somethings were missing.
Youngest son’s complicated Burrito recipe. “Mother. You’ve forgotten the lime.”
Lighting the woodburner. “Ooops. I forgot the kindling.”
Driving the car. “Oh. The keys would help.”
Today is different.
Foggy morning with the most beautiful Barn Owl gliding silently across my garden as I receive a lovely gift.
My everlasting thanks via my mate, Kate :o)
P.S. At least, this morning, I was inside the house.
Last time it happened I was in the garden and the dang thing flew, soundlessly, past my nose and nearly gave me a Connery!