Making the most of a bad job

It was another beautiful day. So beautiful that I was tempted out to the garden, where I lose all track of time. The sun dipped behind the hill, yet I still carried on gardening, determined to finish the task I had started. Bertie was quite content to lie close to me, watching birds flitting about and keeping an ear tuned for Nick’s return. The light was beginning to fade by the time I realised that I hadn’t taken a photograph all day so I snapped a quick shot of the scarlet kaffir lilies growing beside the drive. Sadly, when I checked the result later in the evening I found it was a very poor shot but it was all I had so I messed about with it for a while, trying to make the most of a bad job. (The gardening was much more successful.)