Daisies, coppiced oak, hieroglyphic rooftops

The grass is still uncut in the Grove. And the daisies accordingly flourish. They look like stars.

An oak sapling has been pruned in someone's front garden and though only a couple of feet high it has begun to sprout new branches in all directions.

I look up at rooftops and notice how lines of aerials describe hieroglyphs across the sky.