A pair of crows fly over the vegetable garden. One has a long twig in its beak. Another welcome sign of spring, and of the world getting on with its prime business of procreation.
In The Grove, where no cars intrude and there is nowhere to park them, a parking warden takes time off on a bench toying with his mobile phone. Long black hair escapes from under his hat. A moustache and glasses add to a faintly comical impression.
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I may have mentioned this before: a small poster urging the attractions of becoming a traffic warden. "Get out and meet people" it says. "Not necessarily in the best of circumstances," I feel like adding.
I like especially the sheer number of blooms caught within the frame. A fitting herald for the coming of Spring.
When I owned a car I looked upon wardens with suspicion even if I had parked my car in a permitted space. Now I see them quite unjustly (they have a job to do) as uniformed figures of fun.
It would be nice to be able to say that this photograph took several hours to light and focus. In fact I was standing outside someone's house gossiping and while talking lifted my camera and snapped the daffs in a window without thought or preparation.
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