I am writing to you yet another letter. It must be sunset time on your roof top in Mexico City because it is sunrise here in my garden.
Today I woke up just in time to see the magnificent sky before it clouded over.
I used to have a Scottish friend who was always telling me:
"The sky is beautiful at every sunrise even in the worst of cloudy days in Britain". I was never awake that early during my life in the UK (or 'awake' in general) to witness it, but now I can say that yes, it is true!
Anyway, we have our own, big and beautiful strawberries. Snails and not only them, are having a feast. But I will write about it later.