I'm not sure it can get better than this. It's a June evening, clear blue sky. The garden is lush and healthy and really really green. There are new potatoes, and broad beans, and more strawberries than we shall ever eat. With a bit more rain the peapods will swell. There's a decent crop of blackcurrants coming and the raspberries are nearly ripe.
Husband is downstairs watching something violent on the television with Cat contentedly asleep beside him. Son is crouched over i-Player in the back room, hooting over a puerile comedy; Daughter splashing happily in the bath.
I'm listening to early Dylan and wondering why and how it can make me feel young again.
Does it get better than this?
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