We had asparagus soup for lunch and dense, garlicky pate with nutty bread. The daffodils are the very last of the season, their inner petals a soft egg yolk yellow. Afterwards we lazed in the sunshine, enjoying the luxury of sitting still. I made plans for my summer window boxes, imagining white and soft blue shades. In my head, you understand, nothing as strenuous as writing them down. Yesterday I saw a red kite flying out from the edge of the wood and I called my father to tell him. He was quite impressed, I think. And that is just about all I have done and now it is time for tea with our Easter hot cross buns from the freezer. There are so many things I could have done but this afternoon I was content to let them go. They will float back on the next tide.