Twenty-five

A quick read this one by a favourite author. It only arrived in the week but I was hooked by the first of the changing voices and it has held my attention today from before getting up to sitting out in the garden this evening. In between there was a phone call with the big-little sister on her birthday, a walk fro Bailey, washing, filling up bird feeders, a lengthy afternoon nap and some dead-heading a tidying in the garden. The delphiniums have largely gone over but the roses and (very pink) hydrangeas are filling the gap.