In the Grove, after the rain this morning, the afternoon wind blows warm scents from the trees in the restored sunshine. The leaves rustle reassuringly.
A macropetala clematis with its blue, bell shaped flowers, clambers up a wall in the front garden of a house, which I pass most days.
A dead leaf from a shrub which I couldn't identify is pressed into the pavement. Too early for autumn, it glows with a rich, golden yellow, shot with sunset reds. You don't have to look far for things worth recording here.
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