1. Blackcurrant bushes slumping under the weight of their fruit. Dozens of tiny, potential courgette flowers. Shocks of bright flowers amongst the evergreen. I’ve largely neglected it this year but the garden grows on without me.
2. I spend the afternoon playing with words and memories.
3. Curls of fur around the comb: white, brown, grey-black and soft ginger depending on which animal and where I’m combing. A clump of Lily’s fur rounds into a sphere, as delicate and fleeting as a dandelion seed head.
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