He’s back

After the worry I had, fearing I’d stood on him, my little friend has returned. 

On reflection, I don’t think I was anywhere near him. He potters around near the geraniums and cosmos  and I certainly hadn’t felt anything under my foot. One of you suggested he was sunbathing and I’m inclined to agree.

There I was, reading another frivolous Santa Montefiore Irish novel, camera by my side , and he was keeping me company. 

I hadn’t disturbed any soil, but I think he was happy with the fallen sunflower hearts..

Have a lovely sunny weekend, my blip friends.