....of the floral kind.
My husband woke me early, because the sun was shining.
I made a pot of coffee, had a wander round the garden listening to the birdsong..
enjoying the warm sun on my back, and the remarkable colours of these little violas.
I don't know their name, but they must have a touch of Irish Molly in them.
I was glad of the early rise as after that first blissful hour or two, it rained for most of the rest of the day.