Friday, 5 July 2013

Light ...

Evening light is beautiful but, as darkness creeps in, it is increasingly difficult to make out colours.  All you see are silhouettes.
Switch on a tiny flash bulb and suddenly everything is clear again ... the red hot poker glows against the fading sunset.  There's probably a sermon in that somewhere ... but I'll leave that work to the reader.
 Meanwhile ... please note the hedge ... if all goes according to plan ... you'll not see that tomorrow evening!  Some tiny clipper teeth should have restored order and dignity to what has suddenly become an eyesore!
 You can tell that Eliot agrees!
He would choose to stand in the uncut grassy area ... a few feet nearer to me and you'd have seen a freshly mown part of the garden ... ah well ... buttercups are such pretty weeds!

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