This morning I think that I like the effects of age and long usage on artifacts and people too: the handles of tools polished by use; blades frequently honed; stone and wooden steps, worn down by many footfalls; the fine cracks under the sheen of old leather; and the lines of experience and weather on the faces of old people.
Some narcissi from the WI Market were closed when brought home. Now fully open, their pale petals boldly sport dark orange trumpets.
The on-off growling of a strimmer, as as ear-muffed gardener trims the grass round the boles of trees in the Grove, is a sort of Spring song.
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