Sunday, August 29, 2021

fence, flowers, leaves


A fence, on Wimbledon Ridgway, and some privet flowers poking through it.  The smell of privet - which always seems like some indefinable animal pee - takes me right back to walking to my first school: I have no idea why American privet never manages to smell quite so evocatively rancid, but I have to put my nose close to southwest London suburban hedges to get the full transporting experience.

 

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