dandelion, legs, bitumen

Look closely at a dandelion, I say to myself, and you will see that it not as a weed to be despised but a flower to be admired.

Legs, of lamb, which have been boned, are displayed in the supermarket this morning. The label on each joint reads: "Boneless butterfly leg of lamb".

There is a smell of bitumen in the Grove and men are at work coating the lesser paths with it, scattering gravel on the bitumen, and rolling the paths with a diesel roller. The impression of toytown is enhanced by the children swinging and see-sawing in the play area and riding bicycles and scooters on the wider, more used paths; and by the brightly painted yellow vehicles supplying the materials for the work.