Wednesday, July 08, 2009
ruebarb, senior, eyes
Aerial photograph of rhubarb leaf.
In the charity shop I see an elderly man with a stick on his arm reach up to a bookshelf and with a trembling hand take down a book which he slowly opens and examines. It is called Senior Moments.
In Mount Sion, I meet my neighbour, Rosemary an enthusiastic gardener, with the most elegant front garden for miles around. We stop to talk, though my mind is wandering. "My son-in-law has just fixed some eyes in my wall," she says. "He's got all those wonderful tools. " I can only smile and make noises of approval because for what I suppose might be called a senior moment, I can't get out of my head the picture of a young man screwing surrealistic enamel eyes into the wall among the clematis and roses.