Here was my friend of old, looking a little awry..
But none of the real thing, save a tantalising deer cough echoing from somewhere deep in the forest. The next day was better. See - there on the verge to the left, just beyond the mailbox?
Since I've been away the Five Mile Baptist church has turned from white to grey - someone's good idea no doubt. And our garden jungle is twice as overgrown as it ever was. But otherwise nothing much has changed.