1. On this road, it seems as if intense blue grape hyacinths have forced their way out of every crack.
2. Under a garden hedge, the basket-weave bells of snake's head fritillaries.
3. We keep hearing the chimes of the ice cream van, sometimes near, sometimes far in the serpentine suburban ways and parks and avenues and drives. Our paths never cross, though. So we go home the long way to pass a shop with a freezer and we get something for Alec, too.
