Beauty noticed

Good times,

come when we least expect them.

I battled in work today,

with fatigue,

heat,

restlessness.

That yearning

for the working week to be done.

I finished up  around four,

and trudged up the hill to the staff car park.

I had a few errands to do,

and arrived home at five.

Why is it that the shower after work always seems

the nicest?

It's as if you are washing the day off.

( In this humble abode we  call it our wash off shower. :)

It was such a beautiful evening I decided

to cut the garden hedge and our grass.

Bloved did the heavy stuff,

I brushed up.

Then,

I took another shower.

My third of the day.

I have a mild form of OCD ,

and I can't bear to feel dirty.

At all.

Later,

we,

 ( all newly soapied up and smelling three times clean with Dove soap )

stood at the back door on our patio looking at

the summer night.

Warm.

Quiet.

Still.

Loving the moments

when everything beautiful comes together.

Those ones when beauty was

seen ~

and the working week,

seemed far far away.