In clover

It was so warm today that, after doing a bit of gardening, I had a wee lie down in the grass and staring me in the eye was my blip for the day. Although I have seen plenty of golden buttercups around the place, I hadn’t  noticed the soft pink clover that had slowly crept up on me.
In the morning, I watched in amazement (through my fingers) as a blackbird wrestled with a slow worm in the garden. I love slow worms but I also love blackbirds so it was a hard watch. However, it didn’t take the blackbird long to win the fight and it left no trace of its breakfast. I hope it enjoyed it.