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Last front house sun days –

Manipulating the ants ~

Clear generations.

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Picking blackberries –

Against the fading grey light ~

Can’t tell black from red.

Picking blackberries –

Eventually lose count ~

Ten thousand black globes.

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‘Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness…’

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Birdsong, wind in leaves ~

Aware of one’s own breathing ~

Blueberries in gin.

Ground soaking up rain –

Except where I left buckets ~

Signs of New Normal.

A scythe, a whisper –

Tugged up onto the thermals ~

Slow spiral descent.

Peeling an orange –

‘Roll it first on the table’ ~

Daughter’s YouTube hints.

Much bigger ants here –

Trying hard not to kill them ~

Some kamikaze.

Continuity –

Clearly you’re a dinosaur ~

Hunting small mammals.

Starting a new book –

Bees bazonkers on hedge blooms ~

I’ll hold off the cut.

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