I began this morning with a leisurely breakfast of blueberry muffins, an omelet made with the last of the wild garlic, apple slices, tea, and Agatha Christie. I have Kelly to thank for both the muffins and the mystery. Though most mornings find me with a book in hand, I wish all mornings could be as peaceful.
I realised today that of the fifteen (15) books I got last year for my birthday (yes, fifteen), I have read all but one of them, and that remaining one is already near the top of my reading list. I am quite proud of myself for this fact.
This afternoon I went for a walk. While I was out, I met these guys:
It’s a good thing neither of them had yellow eyes, or I would have been off running. You have to be careful around black ponies. One of them might be a Pooka. As it was, these were not very photogenic ponies.
The view from the top of the hill back into town. It was relaxing to get out for a bit, to spend a couple of hours wandering through rapeseed fields with the town out of sight, and listening to the larks sing into the wind.