On reflection

There were some lovely pictures of dew drops and rain drops this morning.

This was the best picture I managed IN a raindrop.

It's a grey old, rainy old day.

The sort of Sunday afternoon that's crying out for a black and white movie.
And a comfy sofa.
And a brand new box of chocolates (dark, obviously) to gently liberate (there's no rush...)
Oh, the wafting of the box. There MUST be wafting.
(The cocoa sensitive channels appreciate the theobromine alert.)

Enough dreaming. Work to do.

(But I might relax with the crossword this evening.)