That fat dark patch in the middle is my shadow. Its very largeness is none of my fault, it's the lomo effect. (Does that sound convincing?)
It was silly to climb up here. My husband had to step in and carry me down.
Don't iron and moss go well together?
Rock gardens fascinate me. Maybe I could even be able to keep one without killing it?
I'm terribly curious what's behind the gate. But I won't know. In response to the WordPress Daily Prompt: Outside.
This morning I looked out of the window again - and lo, the view is still the same.