Blowing in the wind...

Growing between the concrete step and the concrete path - three bunches of dandelions!

At the edge of the field

At the edge of the field: the "hiding in a hedgerow in my childhood" scent of hawthorn blossom.
Yellow anthers in the centre of small white petals.

We thought she said *passion* flowers

Pasque flowers - their Mountbatten pink heads closed - cloaked in silver mist

Gardening/Noticing:

Tiny clots of earth on the head of the worm.

In the garden...

In the garden
burying her head in chives
our agoraphobic tabby cat!

she smells like the inside of apricots

After a hard winter

Green dried out and died :variegated browns, and black and white mold on the rotting palm. 

Looking out the office window.

The shadow the downspout casts against the rough red/orange brick wall of next-door's house, like the shadow of tall dark pines on the distant hill, is almost plum-line straight: its edges follow the bumps and grooves in the wall's surface - from the gutter to the drain.

On the lichen spotted paving slabs
discarded leaves
fulvous, chestnut and burnt umber

My desk: Rolls of parcel tape and Chinese lions. Secondhand books and tangled headphones. Still hot coffee steaming in the green pear mug.