It's a weird thing, but there's something about Thursdays that have an element of flatness for me. I run out of puff on Thursdays. I lose impetus on Thursdays. What seemed perfectly do-able on Wednesday is dead-in-the-water on Thursday. If I am going to do my semi-regular tango with depression, it'll be on a Thursday. Which brings me to...Thursday. So, today I bring you some quiet little pictures of some quiet little corners of our backyard. I live in what was my grandparents' house, so this backyard has always had a sense of wonder for me. It was once an extraordinary scene of horticultural triumph: trees laden with plums, lemons and grapefruits. Vines of raspberries, blackcurrants and blackberries... Now it is different and (I think, at least) for two pretty viable reasons: my grandmother was in a position to spend a lot of time working on it and water supplies were a bottomless pit in those days. Or maybe I'm making excuses. Either way, we're going with a slightly more down-to-earth (sorry) approach these days but in amongst the weeds and the slightly-too-long grass (as well as the lemon and grapefruit trees which chugg quietly on) there is still some magic to be had and I am all for believing that the fairies at the bottom of the garden need the slightly-too-long grass as cover and shelter, lest the humans or the elements get too close for comfort. And as A.A. Milne so rightly said: "Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them."