Finally! Some warm…really warm…weather. No sweaters and toque required once the sun is above the tree line. I can finally enjoy sitting under the grape arbour with a cup of coffee and enjoy the view in John’s back garden. Okay. I admit I always claim the chair bathed in sun to offset any rogue breeze which randomly persists from the north. One of the first eye-popper vistas I encounter as I duck under the pear tree on my way to my chair is Rhodo…