Tuesday 8 July 2008

The eleventh day

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I was in a hurry this morning. I thought I would race around the garden, take a few photos and get home as quickly as possible. When I got there though my footsteps slowed, my breath slowed. I watched a sprinkler spin and spin and slow, drops of water sparkling on ferns.

The garden's owner came to greet me and we wondered quietly as to why flowers and shrubs were blooming early. He reassured me that the geraniums had merely been cut back in order to save them from frost. Snow may come tomorrow.

A cockatoo performed acrobatics high up in the trees. It made me smile.