Blackbird on telephone wire with lunch for offspring carefully chopped for easy transport.Solicitous, middle-aged man to the woman with whom he is drinking coffee outside the Italian delicatessen, Arte Bianca. She is trim and slightly his senior. "I was somewhat embarrassed when I introduced you as my auntie last night. I hope you didn't mind." "No, I'm getting older."
Through the gap where The High Street bends to join The London Road, you can see, from the corner of Mount Sion, the tree clothed Common on the other side of London Road. It rises steeply, branches swaying and leaves shimmering in the breeze. The trees which follow the upward slope of The Common tower above the four storey building which houses a car showroom. The constant movement of the leaves makes the building at present enmeshed in scaffolding appear lifeless and redundant.
5 comments:
Love, love, love your bird photo. What a great shot.
Also intriguing, IS she his aunt or what?
Another prospective novel opening......
You must have equivocal thoughts towards that blackbird. All those worms! I'm told they do beneficial things to gardens though what that is is beyond me. Recently I ventured into our garden to dismember a camellia that had died during the winter. By snipping it into pieces each no longer than nine inches I was able to get the whole tree (nearly 6 ft tall) into a paid-for green bag that the dustbin men collected. Every fifth snip the secateur blade lock activated itself, temporarily rendering the secateurs inactive and forcing me to break off and slide the little lever back. Is it a gardening solecism to store secateurs with the blades apart?
Good overhear, Plutarch!
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