My Sunday morning

I think I must be a morning person...I came downstairs today with Ro and as I opened the living room door I was hit by the scent of honeysuckle.  Yesterday J was cutting bushes back in the garden: 1, because the trampoline keeps getting covered and 2, because we can't see to reverse out of our drive.  Anyway, I saw these little cuttings on the drive and felt they were too good for the 'brown bin'.  So popped them in a tiny vase along with some wild roses, it's the tiniest posy, I can't believe how strong the smell is, here they are...

Gorgeous and free! We then went into the kitchen and the bread machine starts to beep, another divine aroma - fresh bread.  I'm about to eat my hot buttery croissant with fresh coffee, more deliciousness...I LOVE Sunday mornings...Nx