Poppies and Foxgloves

At the weekend Mauricio and I were down at our good friend, Deirdre's, house for an overnight stay and a bit of the auld craic and good old-fashioned fun.  

Now the weather hasn't been too hectic recently, you'll all agree with me, with temperatures plummeting down to 3,4 or 5 degrees at night and not going beyond 15 degrees and tending to stay at the 10 degree mark during the day.  What??  For June, that is absurd. So, it was much to our surprise, Mauricio and I, that we could be sitting in Deirdre's garden, a very protected garden, may I add, and  be very comfortable in a sort of sultry heat of 15 up to 18/19 degrees.  No cold wind, hampering our sunbathe, we basked in the sunshine and enjoyed the calming view of her garden.

I say "calming" because, truly, that was the feeling we had.  There was a particular patch in her garden with Poppies and Foxgloves that produced a sense of harmony in me.  With glee in our hearts, good food in our bellies, marvelous banter and good company, we couldn't have asked for more