Yves and Alan
have a great garden.
There are all sorts of well-loved
and well-placed plants
in the deep, long lot.
Even water lilies!
We strolled over with our cocktails to join them there.
Alan had suspended scores (!) of tiny votive lamps
among the shadows. Bewitching!
Some final sunbeams on the glossy leaves
were easily confused with the tiny flames.
Mike the sproodle guards the beaujolaise.