The slogan yesterday was dejeuner sur l'herbe; London loafed. Me too. A very idle afternoon, sauntering and snacking with a friend through an almost Mediterranean warm Kew Gardens. 

Bathe me in green any time you want. That colour - Kew's default - soothes me like no other does. Colour derives it's property from the light spectrum going by the Wikipeadia entry. So it does, but yesterday it was a sensory lullaby for me; I fell asleep on the grass just like a middle aged version of Huck Finn, even had a hat tipped over my face to keep the sun off and mimic the night. Slept like a baby walrus by all accounts. Dormir sur l'herbe.