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Sunny and windy –

What we call ‘Odin weather’ ~

Sheltered nerines sway.

Picking blackberries –

Before Púca gets them all ~

Some already slimed.

Morning Glory bloom –

Stands stiffly to attention ~

But I need to pee.

Training course online –

Works well from the home office ~

Miss Vienna though.

Cycling with the boy –

Get him his first rock shandy ~

It doesn’t last long.

Chats with my uncles –

I just shut up and listen ~

Old table wisdom.

Looking at a rock –

One cannot just think ‘a rock’ ~

Geology brain.

For Prof. George Sevastopulo, RIP.

Old bamboo thicket –

Creating Komorebi ~

Forms a boundary.

Tending indoor plants –

They all need some care, but one ~

Mother-in-Law’s tongue.

Treating old timber –

Brushing over woodworm holes ~

I hope they’re old too.

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