No Longer Cloudless

On another very hot morning, Jackie and I transported another car load of green garden refuse to the Efford Recycling centre.

After lunch I watched the recorded highlights of the fourth T20 match between England and New Zealand. This is not my normal choice of cricket, but on such a sweltering afternoon it was acceptable before I buried my nose once more in “Culloden”.

While we watched contrails dissipating among the clouds and the occasional bird flying overhead while, still in T-shirts, we enjoyed a glass of wine on the patio before dinner it occurred to me that the clear blue skies of the last few days are no longer cloudless.

Said dinner consisted of hot and spicy and tempura prawn preparations with vegetable spring rolls on a bed of Jackie’s colourful savoury rice with which she drank more of the Zesty and I drank more of the Malbec.

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  1. I’m making the most of the warm weather to hang out the laundry. I love hanging washing out and watching it blow in a warm and gentle breeze. Though I’d like a little more breeze.

    You did the right thing by staying indoors, only mad dogs and the odd-bod Englishman would venture out in the mid-day sun.

  2. Gorgeous sky-with-birds photos! Those clouds put on a show for you! 🙂
    (((HUGS))) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
    PS… “Clouds are the sky’s imagination.” – Terri Guillemets

  3. “Clouds in the sky very much resembles the thoughts in our minds! Both changes perpetually from one second to another!”
    – Mehmet Murat ildan

    1. Thank you very much, Eugi – for reading, commenting, and reminding me of this excellent haiku of yours

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