We have been sitting on the banks of The Channel now of evenings to watch the beavers, ducks, and whatever else we can notice.
The children have grown up understanding the value of stillness and quiet if we expect to see anything. Yesterday when I was walking in from the clothesline, Brad spoke softly from above me out of the ash tree, "Mom, a nuthatch just landed on my leg a minute ago." Only patient quietness would garner such a thrill.
Slightly reduced in size but renewed for a another few years. What a lot of hard work is a patio made of red brick. Elv has had just about enough of maintaining this patio. So I consider this renewal very valuable. When this one crumbles it will be replaced with boring concrete. Deck chairs, a small table, potted herbs, and geranium will not look the same on concrete. We will get in as many teas, sunnings, book reads, and visits as we can for two or three more summers on this patio.