A weekend of lichen, green, and glooming skies suffused with illuminated foliage...
At night the rain poured down in its invisible watery hiss & flow.
We took the lichen chair into the studio where it might dry its damp green display and become a dark, Rembrandtian creature of structure.
...and outside the garden flourished in a quite refusal to borders or linear acknowledgment
The ferns, only half grown, are already fountains...
and the bluebells are little sky bits
just nodding half smiles to jack, hidden beneath the front door yew:
1 comment:
Ha! A lichen chair! That's very cool.
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