The mass and myriad of flowers in the garden at the moment reminds me of this joyous song, which is one of the earliest rounds still known, and is estimated to date from around 1260.
Lhude sing cuccu!
... then a picnic in the park, and (I have to include this!) a surprisingly rest stop with the most picturesque and inaccessable Ladies bathroom I have ever experienced!
On the way home we stopped at a local market for blossom honey, homemade marmalade, huge bags of crisp Fuji and Pink Lady apples (at half the price of those at the supermarket), juicy oranges, lettuce, green beans and spinach.
And when we walked across the park for a picnic lunch, there was a high-school brass band playing. Mum and I drank tea and ate sandwiches under the trees, while Boo bopped along to the tunes.
At Grandma's we fed a Kookaburra, the largest member of the kingfisher family, which has lovely plumage and a distinctive laugh-like call.
Back home, our garden teems with native birds, including rosellas, cockatoos, magpies, galahs and kookaburras. But most are shy and fly quickly away if you approach them.
This male King parrot, however, perched in a tree just outside the window and chatted animatedly to Boo and I; when we came back from finding him some honey biscuits he was waiting for us on the dryer in the laundry! I think he must have been a caged bird, because he was wonderfully friendly.