1. Since it’s a bright day, I spend the morning in the garden. I plant out the dogwood at the bottom of the garden and a cheapy shrub in the silver birch bed. The chickens mingle outside while the cats (including next door’s R-kitten) sit patiently inside the run. Up on the patio table, I find the most gorgeous leaf skeleton and in the chicken coop, I find four surprise eggs – the first they’ve laid in months.
2. I bang the mat on the wall: there is a faint hiss as the heavier particles fall onto the wood below but the rest float away silently in the breeze. (This becomes a more satisfying thing to repeat once I realise the direction of said breeze.)
3. The obscured glass breaks the orange streetlights and the blue lights from the neighbours’ garden into cubist angles.
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