One wants there to be a story here. Seen on our morning walk, there's something decidedly surrealist, positively Magrittean about this. Had the hat been there all night? Would someone leave it there early in the day, because they thought they wouldn't be needing it, after all? (given the quickly rising temperatures, that doesn't seem likely). Is there a particularly large spider underneath it? (there are, after all, a number of spiders' webs stretched across the neatly trimmed bush). Indeed, that neat trimming adds to that surreal quality: it's as if there's a natural green hat table by the side of the path to the front door.
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