Breaking the soil, blue/yellow and teatime.

1. While I wait, I rake a weeding knife along the narrow space behind the railings and raise the scent of springtime soil. 

2. Along the path, blue drifts of early forget-me-nots set off the yellow of a few late daffodils.

3. A mug of hot tea and a couple of hours free on a Sunday afternoon.

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