Peachy

Some days are just not very good. For all sorts of reasons, today was one of them.

The sort of day where taking an axe to split some logs would have acted as great therapy. But it was raining.

The sort of day where you make yourself a cup of tea only to find you've ran out of milk. And you are not surprised.

The sort of day where a quick snap of a bunch of roses is to be the blip. Then you decide that's not good enough. Time to turn the day around even though heavy cropping is involved.