Let me preface this by saying I know I will annoy anyone stuck inside working, or enduring rain somewhere. But I’ve just spent 3 hours reading in the sun, in my garden, interrupted only rarely by the occasional tenacious ant or fly, and to go make myself a coffee.
To me, that is the definition of bliss.
And I tend to forget how rare the true peaceful moments are, how celebrated they should be. I’ve only had a garden for a few years, growing up in the city, and won’t have it for many months more, sadly, so this is the last spring I’ll get to enjoy in it. I thought I would share it with you. How does your reading environment look like, this weekend?