
I feel very privileged to have been so closely involved with them. It made me notice a lot more about our garden, and also blackbird behaviour.

The second is evidence of the blackbirds availaing themselves of our cherries.
Inspired by Louis MacNeice's poem "The Sunlight on the Garden", this blog is about the minutes I have captured in a cage and used for my various dabblings. If you don't at least try to cage them, they just vanish. Here is the opening of the poem: The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold, When all is told We cannot beg for pardon.
1 comment:
Brilliant cards, I love the robot. WP
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