Not such a bad hat day

A rather bad hat on a bad head

There’s something about this time of year, the blossom, the intensity of the green that really lifts your spirits. Another lift to the spirits is also that other things come out as well as the buds and leaves. I’m talking about girls. The half of the human race who are actively pursued by the other half (And sometimes do the pursuing).

Being outdoors on days like these is a real tonic for flagging spirits, with its wobbling, jiggling and swaying parade of delightfully semi clad femininity. Today I sing the praises of the female form, sexist old porker that I am. Of course there are a great many exceptions, but on the whole the view from here is quite pleasing.

All this in a short walk with my dog. (Sigh) Back to the garden. Life is so hard.