Yesterday was one of those days where I KNEW that somethings were missing.

Youngest son’s complicated Burrito recipe. “Mother. You’ve forgotten the lime.”

Lighting the woodburner. “Ooops. I forgot the kindling.”

Driving the car. “Oh. The keys would help.”

Today is different.

Foggy morning with the most beautiful Barn Owl gliding silently across my garden as I receive a lovely gift.

My everlasting thanks via my mate, Kate :o)

P.S. At least, this morning, I was inside the house.

Last time it happened I was in the garden and the dang thing flew, soundlessly, past my nose and nearly gave me a Connery!