And the weather's been horrible: hardly any sun for days, hot and with high humidity. But I saw all that in my garden today. Then, a few minutes ago, I stepped outside into the dark, hot evening, and the stars gleamed out at long last through the boughs of my pride-and-joy big beech tree. The moths were all about. Beauty and calm enveloped me and I even thought of singing a song (but Mrs Steve was in bed and she might've thought I was doing my Romeo to her Juliet bit...). God sat on a nearby tree stump and asked me why I didn't need him. I told him that the beauty and diversity of all around me were all I needed, magic not required. He slunk off in a huff, and I'll swear he was muttering that I'll never get to heaven. Bugger that, I thought, I'm OK here...