Yesterday the hedge was swollen with white and yellow flowers of the honeysuckle and brambles. This morning I find the hedge “sheared”. Along the same path, the fallen pappi of the cotton trees had already become seedlings – they disturbed the walk, and someone zapped away those too. I make do with what remains. Visitors, joggers, families will arrive later, after breakfast or for an afternoon walk. The dew evaporates at the first sun: I breathe it in during my walk.
