shed shadows |
tiny green tomatoes |
strawberries ripe! |
The moon bed is just starting to show it's possibilities, these slender stems catching the evening sunlight look like little waifs at the moment, but their colour shines and the soft papery bracts, where flowers have been, hold the light for you to admire
Nearer the house, Rum gives the betweens of his toes a quick licking,
What does fur feel like against a tongue?
overhead, a lone plane rumbles along "away above the chimney tops" and honeysuckle, clematis and jasmine promise colour and scent for future evenings
here clambering over netting, twining through the branches of two conifers, which I cut right back to bare wood and now use as supports
In Montmartre, in the spring, a few years ago, the streets were dotted with pots of jasmine, at the entrances to shops and on windowsills. Their scent so evocative, I bought this plant to remind me - two years later it is once more giving me flowers.
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