patterns, bustle, music

Although a rocket flower is not in itself impressive, just look at the veins on each petal. They could be an art nouveau motif. Viewed vertically they seem to represent a stylised vase of flowers. What is constantly surprising in patterns in nature is the way complex shapes are reproduced exactly over and over again. The flowers, as I suggested yesterday look and taste good in a salad, when one forget the patterns on their petals.

It turns out fine and sunny, but an edgy wind bustles in trees and shrubs, and its restless form settles in the back of your mind, and makes you look over your shoulder to see if anyone is following you.

Across the Grove comes a whining suggestion of music, a hint of a broken rhythm. It is explained by some workmen using an electric plane beyond the trees. Because so distant, it is quite a pleasing sound which seems to capture the windy mood of the weather.