Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
Down the road, afternoon.
A grey warm dull day, and I resent the jaunty Provencal colours of the maize. But Marcelle's and Victor's flowers are mad magenta and marigold, though battered by the wind.
Late summer flowers are always so vivid. I know that I'm overly fond of alliteration, but "mad magenta" is rather appealing to think about -- although I don't like the colour much.
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Late summer flowers are always so vivid. I know that I'm overly fond of alliteration, but "mad magenta" is rather appealing to think about -- although I don't like the colour much.
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