Cuckoo spit

A warm day today and some interesting stuff in the garden. A small cuckoo cleared its throat and left this residue on some weeds*. I say weeds, but as aside from a single rose there is nothing BUT weeds in the garden. Which means they aren't really weeds, as weeds are only plants growing in the wrong place, and apart from my Japanese friend, I don't mind what grows there.

Liked the stem viewed through the tip of the phlegm.

A pottering day. A nice beer with friends, made some bread, did some washing, ate an ice cream in varying orders.


*mysterious things, them cuckoos.