Evensong

The robin bathed the garage space-creation phase in beautiful song. It popped in twice to see what was going on - my re-stacking of timber and re-arrangement of motorcycles. Ready to coax a new steed from an as-yet slumbering stable. Serendipity - the slip notifying change of owner of scrapped Beemer alongside new Log Book of newest Kwack arrived together in the post today.

Be like the bird in flight . . . pausing a while on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, yet sings knowing yet, that she has wings.
Victor Marie Hugo