Sir, -On my walk to the business stop these bright summer mornings I enjoy the sound of the birds singing. There are many beautiful gardens on my route which have been lovingly cared for by their owners.
But none of these gives me the same pleasure as the garden littered with the remains of yesterday's playthings - a discarded book, a doll's blanket, a chalkmarked driveway. The birdsong is momentarily replaced by the happy echo of children's playtime. -Yours, etc.,
Margaret Riordan, Wheatfield Road, Palmerstown, Dublin 20.