The Apple blossoms come ...

Glancing out of the bedroom window, I saw the apple tree - pink blossoms graced the lichened branches - brave new leaves promised a languid summer - 

I would sunbathe reading on the grass, then loll in the tree's cool shade - every moment would be one to treasure - 

I thought of Clive James' poem, Japanese Maple, Dennis Potter saying the nowness of everything is absolutely wondrous - 

I gazed at my face in the mirror - perhaps soon, beloved faces would drift though the air like petals - I'd see them in the glass, delicate shapes of memory - 

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Sunday 25 April 2015

The Old School House

East Stoke 

Dorset