Good news. Good times.
Balmy, beautiful, spring weather.
Good work done in a place where I could look across the river to the city all lovely, dressed in her best bonnet.
Jacarandas bursting blue and the white gums moving gently in the breeze, sighing with the burden of being so beautiful.
After a frantic week, time with the one I love the best...
Just when I thought that the day could not get better I am reminded of this...
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
― Gerard Manley Hopkins, Poems and Prose