Cosmos, names and twigs

 This white cosmos is one of the few annuals we always grow because we like it and so do bees.

Note. He lives among the names of things rather than among the things themselves like a deaf musician or a blind painter.

 Nest building pigeons fuss around in our newly clipped hedge. They fly off with dead twigs left by the hedge cutters when they lowered the hedge back in the Spring and which I have missed.