Periwinkle

A rainy, grainy day. Gentle rain since after midnight, warm rain. A great sigh from the parched soil. I swear I heard singing in the garden. It may have been snails, slugs and greenfly.

I predict a riot of colour at the first hint of sun. Kaiser Chiefs too loud to link to on such a quiet day. First time for ages I've spent any time or attention on blipping - I think it shows. And I feel the better for it. Now back to the grindstone.

The garden really is that colour now - no tweaking required.