Walking down the hill to go to the big Waitrose - on a hunt for the kind of bland brown bread that my father likes, and that has suddenly become hard to locate because of supply chain problems - and these ivy leaves suddenly jumped out at me. They seem to fulfill the long-ago purpose of this blog - to encourage attentiveness, and find beauty in the very ordinary (ah, yes, always a Ruskinian, at heart).
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