Saturday, May 15, 2010

Beech, viewing and evening gardening.

1. The leaves of the beech tree are still new, lime green, but there is not a scrap of sky between them.

2. The viewing is over and the flat is mine again.

3. In the early evening, to hear scrape-scrape-scrape scrape-scrape -- someone is hoeing weeds out of their drive.

Morning, errands and entertainment.

1. I murmur an acknowledging greeting to a passing bin man. He is a well brought-up African and replies with eye contact and a warm 'Goo...