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In the interests of getting out of the house and doing something, I let my mother drag me along to an Open Garden at Dalvui Homestead today. I liked the tree above. Actually, I liked the whole garden. It was all very pretty. But I particularly liked the tree above.
Somewhere behind a wall that visitors couldn’t pass, there was a collection of birds doing a little symphony. First a goose would honk, then a peacock would… how do describe a peacock’s call? It would trumpet? Then a crow would caw. Honk, parp, caw. You could hear it all over the garden.
I've been happily cross-stitching away at a little project, and I've just realised that I've miscounted quite a vital part so I'll have to take it all out. Grah. I didn't actually throw it across the room in a fit of pique, but I was sorely tempted.