I had an impromptu day off yesterday. It's great, the old random weekday chez-vous. Yesterday was particularly nice as the weather at pres is superb. I threw open the french windows and beheld the lawn.
It's in rare mid-season form, the lawn. The grass is lush and a very pleasing deep green, and it's interspersed with brilliant wild flowers of purple and yellow. It looks, even to my jaundiced urbanite's eye, extraordinary. If the colours were any more vivid, they'd be three dimensional.
I suppose from a technical perspective the grass could use a trim, but it would break my heart in two to mow down those blooms. Thank God some artist's sensibility still resides deep inside me.
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