5.30 am another misty morning in Mullion , looking across my veg garden just now .
The dawn chorus all around me and I can hear the Cuckoo .
Those scattered clumps of grass are where ,with aching back ,I finally left off weeding late yesterday evening .
The grass in the meadow nearly ready to be cut .
" Each morning we are born again ...what we do today is what matters most " Buddha .