
Last night I woke up in the middle of the night - looking for a snack.
There they were, just waiting for me to bring them out - delectable scones.
And these tiny morsels were just what hit the spot at three am.
Along the sides of the road were patches of wildflowers; sunshine daisies and brilliant yellow buttercups.
I remember my mother used to pick a small bouquet of wildflowers during her early morning walks. She would then bring them home to brighten up the kitchen table.
And here I was, many years later, delighting in the very same simple pleasure.