A blog about things -- not necessarily beautiful -- that at least jolted me out of my tram-lined train of thought. They may be funny, poignant, disgusting or beautiful, but they will be personal. You, dear reader, may not give a damn about an image of a crisp packet at the edge of a river but I might think it so delightful that I cry with gratitude. And a few poems. A a book plug or two.
This is interesting. In the centre of a poplar tree cut down six weeks ago is a three year old yew tree. At 8 o'clock from that (just above the tuft of grass) is ahorse chestnut seedling. Following the line is a laburnum seedling and at ten o'clock is thr poplar rootstock, re-sprouting.