When I wake up in the morning, love, and the sunlight hurts my eyes

Beautiful Anemone blanda brightening up a shady corner in the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers.

Even odder than the experience of being "at work" while actually "at home" is perhaps the concept of taking holiday during the current lockdown, with nowhere to go and practically bugger all to do. Thank heavens we have a garden; I cannot even begin to imagine what it must feel like to be told to stay indoors all day, every day, without one.

It's forecast to hit 19C/66F this afternoon, which is even more of a joy. To be outside pottering might help keep us sane (or as sane as is humanly possible) as well as topping-up the tan...

...and what better to play than, by way of a tribute to one of my personal favourite soul singers who crooned his way off this mortal coil last week, this apposite and enduring classic?

Bill Withers - Lovely Day

When I wake up in the morning, love
And the sunlight hurts my eyes
And something without warning, love
Bears heavy on my mind

Then I look at you
And the world's alright with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be
A lovely day
... lovely day, lovely day, lovely day ...

When the day that lies ahead of me
Seems impossible to face
When someone else instead of me
Always seems to know the way

Then I look at you
And the world's alright with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be
A lovely day...

Perfect "Sunday Music", methinks.

RIP, William Harrison Withers Jr. (4th July 1938 – 30th March 2020)