Perfect reflections

When the weather is as good as it has been these past days, I realise that I live in one of the best places as far as my choices in life are concerned. I know too that I return to my home patch with a renewed appreciation of it every time I leave. And this afternoon, as it turned into early evening, I was overcome with the beauty of my surroundings, so my personal reflections, you might say, were as perfect as the reflections in the pond in Benmore Gardens. I'd already filmed a thrush going through his entire repertoire  of song from the very top of a tree on the hillside, but I can't post it here, so you'll have to convince yourself that heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter ...

Another good moment was learning from a friend that she'd just read a post I wrote a couple of years ago about a Corpus Christi service. She brought the whole occasion back to mind - another perfect reflection, really.