There is no blue ....

....... without yellow
Vincent Van Gogh

The mist has lifted, fresh and clear and singing with colours.I seem to have been rushing around all day and not achieved very much - no-one was where they should be and my wing mirror remains smashed but the peas have been weeded. I had to leap out of the car and linger amongst the rapeseed growing by the side of the road for the colours were so vibrant.
Did you know it's National possibly International Dawn Chorus Day tomorrow and yes, I will be up before the larks and heading off to my remote square somewhere north of Lough Hyne for the last bird count. The alarm will be set for 5am ;/ and I will feel most virtuous all day.