hillside trees, lost lawnmower, oriental radish

I like the sight of trees dressing a hillside.

In a neigbouring garden is a small, unkempt lawn, where rye grass has sprouted its seeded stems. Watching balefully over it, the grass nibbling at its rusting blade and roller, is an abandoned lawnmower.

In the Farmers' Market this morning there are bunches of long, white oriental radish, such as you might see in a market in the Far East.