Friday, July 28, 2006

Rowan, dog walks alone, herb fragrances

You might say that it's a premature sign of Autumn. The rowan berries are turning orange. A starling, plunging into the tree, has noticed too.

I meet a dog walking on its own, very business like. What sort of dog?I would say that there is something in its gait that suggets a Staffordshire bull terrier, but it lacks the machismo to qualify for the whole works. As it enters the Grove it raises a leg and pees agains a bollard which bears the notice "Keep your dog on a lead".

I sit surrounded by herbs, rub leaves between finger and thumb and breathe in.

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