Monday, July 05, 2010

Beech hedge, hazel and pizza.

a. Rosey has put up some pictures of her expedition to Svalbard.

1. The lower part of this beech hedge has been shorn. We can't stop looking at the trunks which twist and turn like snakes. Through the tangle, down the bank, a rose the colour of pink Refreshers puts on a show for observant eyes only.

2. A copper hazel tree stops me in my tracks. The nuts are already out. Their velvet shells and stiff collars are the colour of rosé wine with the sun on it.

3. He brings out our pizza and whips the lid off the box: "Isn't that a work of art?" At Firebelly on Mount Ephraim, they are proud of what they do.