Tuesday, October 03, 2017

Stoned

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I get home and Les has left me some more stones from the Scotland holiday, all but a fadded memory.

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I’m going to have to find somewhere to put them, somewhere.

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I’m getting a flash of colour still.

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I have a think about the pond, and realise what it is missing is a boarder of stones.

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I start the movement, and soon we are all stoned up.

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I cut some of the tree away so you can actually sit under it.

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And then get the mower out. Most likely the last time this year.

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I enjoy the flowers for another moment.

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The sunflowers are giving up, the tomato plant is dying too.

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It is that time of year when its all fading fast.

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I plant the new stones.

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And light me a fire. Bright and so warm.

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Lovely, enjoyable and

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So very smokey.

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……

Eventually I wander up the garden to close the door and go to bed.

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