It had been another glorious late spring day. And as the last remnants of the sun washed the sky with shades of pink, shades of blue, calmness came upon me in my tranquil English garden.
Night had fallen. From the leaves came forth a glowing drop of moon.
I listened to the rustling leaves, the gentle song of a distant bird and the enchanting tune of the wind chimes.
Amongst the gentle radiance of the luminous solar lamps, I felt the soothing, calming ambience flowing from the 'wee folks'. I smiled. I strolled back into my home and savoured the sense of calm in the garden and in every fibre of my being.