Sweet Briar

A kiss of the Sun for pardon.
A song of the birds for mirth.
You are nearer to God in the garden.
Then anywhere else on Earth.

I have not completed the final section of my Blip Manual, but it looks like those particular entries that fill Sunday,are going to come under the chapter entitled "In and around the Home".
This is the bark of a cherry briar, that stands proud at the bottom of the garden. No doubt at night the fairies congregate around its base and smoke their illicit fairy dust.