Bubbles
I’ve been out in the garden this morning, potting up mostly. The sun is out and it’s quite warm, and one of the kids from a few doors up has been blowing bubbles.
Swarms of tiny bubbles are floating down the street, and with hardly any breeze they seem to be congregating in my garden, popping on the foliage, on the clothes on the line, on me.
It’s lovely.