Today’s planting session in new raised beds was postponed by the advent of rain so persistent that even the normally blithe rooks stopped squabbling, and spent the greater part of the day huddled in and on their nests. But raindrops on similarly bunched-up plants and shrubs magnified their veined beauty. And the scent of summer in the evening garden, and reflecting on good and worthwhile conversations, helps me conclude that this has been another good day.