7.45pm this evening, sitting in the doorway of the studio looking out onto my garden across the deck.
'Like a finely tuned orchestra, my garden plays a never ending concerto . The birds sing unashamedly, calling those they love, while the fish in the pond plop vicariously providing a deep bass.
Machinery long gone from the fields - nature reunites with her rightful territory and one can't help becoming lost in her song!'
