Green waterfall

The hanging fronds have taken over the manger but look beautiful when they sway in the breeze.
Enjoyed a night with a wide open bedroom window and cooling air blowing over me.
This afternoon I answered the door to a very apologetic middle aged man confessing that his 'frisby' had landed in my garden and could it be retrieved.  He looked like a naughty schoolboy.  It took us ages to find it.  He said he used to live a few doors away when he was a lad and was visiting parents with his children.  I then remembered he was the little devil who scratched his initials on my car and his father paid for them to be erased.
I didn't tell him that!