One wild strawberry has fruited outside our basement window. Plants have been there for at least 20 years, and have received no special attention, yet still survive.
Walking down the hill, I heard the sound of water coming out of a hose pipe. A woman in her garden was watering the blue hydranga, which remains blue while its near neighbour stays pink
Sharing a a bottle of 1989 Clerc Millon, which has been waiting to be drunk for 15 years, and was worth waiting for.