Sunday, September 11, 2016

an idyllic English garden?

From my bedroom window, early this morning: the view I grew up with; the flowers from the garden on the window sill.  You'd think this was pretty idyllic, but ...

... I don't think this will show up very well, because I only had an iPad to hand, but there, beyond the long grass, that deep chestnut brown blob?  That's a fox.  I didn't open up the cat flap for a while ...

Here's the gardener, aka my father, mercifully not up a ladder this week;

... and something flowery.

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