1. The orange of the chickens against the green leaves.
2. The necks of the pots sparkle when I flick on the light.
3. I expect it to start raining as soon as we step out of the door for our walk but it holds off. I enjoy the moss on the rock just beyond the squeeze stile, sit to let Lily graze on new grass in a small clearing and mimic the audiobook narrator’s characteristic pronunciation of certain words. Later, when the heavy rain does start, I find GingerCat sheltering in the wood store. Lily barks at him but Tilda is more inviting: she sits a little distance away and waits with him for the weather to pass.
4. The salad is sweet and tart and crunchy.