In the quiet of the morning

We sat for a while in the garden, just me and Thistle the cat. I may have mulled over the nature of existence (because I'm a daft prick). The cat watched out for Biscusit & Shifty, cat nemeses from the garden over the road. This morning there is no danger in sight. For either of us.

Meanwhile, on the pin oak in Spike Deane's garden, we have catkins (aka lambs tails).