Flowers blur
Awake once more at 3.30am, my morning preparations for London a whirl of choreographed activity, until I ground to a halt looking at the unravelled hem of my work trousers as I prepared to iron them. Needle and thread wove themselves into my morning dance and I was ready on time when the music of my phone announced the taxi's arrival.
Wild roses with modest pink blooms, feral lupins thrusting purple spears skywards. As the train picks up speed the flowers blur to a streak of colour. London bound again.
Lines of emerging green form patterns in fields of rich brown soil as we wend south. Rolling hills are fuzzed with a spring o'clock shadow of growing wheat, a beard that will grow until the harvest shave. The bright shades of spring youth have darkened to the solid dependable greens of approaching summer maturity. Growth spurts lengthen boughs as roots expand through the earth, tapping nutrients, creating strong anchors for the anticipated storms of autumn.
Bees tend their blossoming patients, an army of fertility doctors, accepting nectar in payment for their delivery of pollen from stamen to carpel. Animals and birds deliver the baby seeds from their amniotic fruit casings to pastures new, while the wind disperses feathered progeny far and wide.
The land basks under the sun, bathed periodically by rain. Life teems.
Wild roses with modest pink blooms, feral lupins thrusting purple spears skywards. As the train picks up speed the flowers blur to a streak of colour. London bound again.
Lines of emerging green form patterns in fields of rich brown soil as we wend south. Rolling hills are fuzzed with a spring o'clock shadow of growing wheat, a beard that will grow until the harvest shave. The bright shades of spring youth have darkened to the solid dependable greens of approaching summer maturity. Growth spurts lengthen boughs as roots expand through the earth, tapping nutrients, creating strong anchors for the anticipated storms of autumn.
Bees tend their blossoming patients, an army of fertility doctors, accepting nectar in payment for their delivery of pollen from stamen to carpel. Animals and birds deliver the baby seeds from their amniotic fruit casings to pastures new, while the wind disperses feathered progeny far and wide.
The land basks under the sun, bathed periodically by rain. Life teems.
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