Freshly watered --

-- and catching the last of the evening sun before it sinks behind the house.
Mrs T decided that the garden borders and pots needed more water than she wanted to carry in a watering can so the hose was brought into action. At this point I realised that it was 19.30 and I had no blip. When she'd watered the Clematis, one was illuminated by a brief flash of sun.