Exterior Design

Halfway through mowing my lawn, the plum tree catches my attention. In amongst the multiple clusters of pea-green fruit are small pieces of woody looking nodules which seem to hang on for grim death (actually they don’t look very alive!). Remnants of last year’s crop destined never to be savoured by any living beast or to drop as one of the fallen and compost into the earth below. I grab the secateurs and add them to my bag of grass cuttings; maybe to be recycled as fertilizer and achieve some kind of future even if life in a jam jar is no longer is an option.
I walk along the hedgerow and marvel at the diversity growing in my own backyard and with such tenacity. It’s been a hard winter but nevertheless new shoots, little buds, seed pods and the tiniest flowers, which spring from star-shaped umbrella leaves, dot the flora, and can be seen by eyes that today are not blinded by contacts; instead seeing with the new-found clarity of age-related presbyopia.
I marvel at the décor of my exterior room and carry on trimming the carpet.


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