We had one of those days when you're just glad not to be pushing up the daisies. Seriously. We've had an unusually wet, cold, old winter but today the sun poured down like honey. It was springlike & the birds celebrated. The cats basked in the pools of sunlight until their fur was too hot to touch. Ditz & I took her work onto the verandah's dappled light while birds dunked in & out of the birdbath & shook themselves in paroxyms of joy.
The sun gradually receeded with the tide leaving the sea grass beds exposed. The last of the light glinted of the leaf tips & the world grew colder, sharp with brine & mud & the lingering aftertaste of rich sunlight. Wouldn't have missed it for worlds!