Perfect summer's day

I sat in the garden and felt as though I was on holiday. I dusted off my knitting, and listened to the birds, and then wrote in my journal. Then I went for a stroll through the woods up to the the bench where the sky larks sing above the fields - and heard a sky lark.

It's well into the evening now and I'm still outside and don't want to come in. The light's fading, the wine's making me verbose, wood pigeons are calling, the air is perfectly still.