Saturday, June 02, 2012

fruit tea bags cut





















Fruit.

 Overheard : "She said she's bring her own tea bags."

"Nearly cut my arm off the other day," says Henry who is enlarging a pond in a neighbouring garden. He shows me a scar on his forearm. "Just missed the tendon." He was using a long petrol driven hedge cutter.  Henry is  man who clears land and builds paths.  Sometimes I call him Attila on account of his energy in changing the shape of a  piece of landscape. "You have to be careful, " I say for want of anything better to say. " You never know what's going to hit you," he says. He is as proud of his scar as an old soldier of a war wound.

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