Thursday, July 11, 2024

Rain in the night, overgrowth and sit.

1. It rained in the night (it's been raining for weeks) and the grassy paths on the common have an enticing scent -- flowers, wet dust, broken vegetation.

2. After supper, it isn't raining and I don't have any work, so I jump in with my gloves and secateurs, canes and string. I come face to face with an gorgeously blue agapanthus which looks rather offended to find itself in a pot beside the compost heap. I hack it free and bring it round to a spot where it can be seen.

3. To sit with Nick and a beer watching the sky grow dark.


At the gate, invitation and beetroots.

1. I find yet more recycling and squinting in the drizzle, go down to the gate to put it out. Our neighbour is at her gate and we grumble ge...