Then, you look up and notice that the sky beyond the garden has also burst into shades of pink and blue!
Fantastic. It lasted only for a few minutes but, with the camera seldom more than a few inches from my fingers, I managed to catch a couple of shots before it faded into dusk and then darkness. While it was there ... it was magnificent.
When I was fifteen I had the opportunity to go on a trip to London where I read (and copied into a notebook) this quotation from Winston Churchill:
When I get to heaven I mean to spend a considerable portion of my first million years in painting, and so get to the bottom of the subject. But then I shall require a still gayer palette than I get here below. I expect orange and vermilion will be the darkest, dullest colours upon it, and beyond them there will be a whole range of wonderful new colours which will delight the celestial eye.
In contrast to all the beautiful colours ... Eliot chooses his dullest toy to push forward for a game. Not only is it dull ... it is also very soggy! I don't share his enthusiasm for it though will occasionally gingerly grasp an ear or a leg and give a half-hearted tug, just to satisfy his desire to play.
Don't we live in a wonderful world ... full of colour and things to delight!