This morning, a sunbeam , on a vase of parrot tulips, spotlights just one of the lacy red and green flowers .
From the train, I see the top of a slope where I used to walk through a wood above the Darenth valley. It is now the route of a two-lane carriageway.
Litter on the door mat? Not litter, wisteria petals.
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