in the soil Perhaps it is just the sunlight or rather the smell of the sunlight in the air and on the grass now dry enough to cut but it seems this week as if colours are fading back in like the entry into Oz, we are over the rainbow and the forget-me-nots, sun-bright middle in sky-blue petal, spread their miniature heavens across the ruins of the artichoke, the rain-fed grass takes on a deeper green, red speckles of ladybird move across grey decaying plastic and even the centipede I disturb among the chicory seems a brighter orange than anything I have seen in months, there amidst the earth. On the way back to the station I look up through cherry blossom at a clear sky and think,
Great blog, Thom!