Last apples cling to an old tree.
In The Grove they grub out with the help of a small mechanical digger and a mechanical shovel a bank of untidy shrubs next to the playground. They replace the shrubs with turf. The turf arrives in a van in strips like rolled strips of green carpet. And the new grass ism settled into place as quickly as a carpet.
In a single moment a picture composes itself among fallen leaves and the trunks of trees. The two crows, so often present in The Grove, waddle across the frame while four squirrels scamper around them.
In The Grove they grub out with the help of a small mechanical digger and a mechanical shovel a bank of untidy shrubs next to the playground. They replace the shrubs with turf. The turf arrives in a van in strips like rolled strips of green carpet. And the new grass ism settled into place as quickly as a carpet.
In a single moment a picture composes itself among fallen leaves and the trunks of trees. The two crows, so often present in The Grove, waddle across the frame while four squirrels scamper around them.
2 comments:
Can practically smell the Autumn in your words.
It's a good smell, Autumn. Everywhere round her, just now.
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