Nothing Particular to Say.

Life - wild and domestic and blooming -  in and around my garden.

Just a photo blog tonight.

When I have no words,

nothing to dig deep for,

I feel dull, uninteresting 

and inadequate.

But really I'm just tired

and weary

 and it's good to admit to being ordinary

with nothing particular going on 

with nothing particular to say

at the end of this particular day.

Last blog for a while till I come back from holiday with dear friends in the north of Portugal.