Thursday, 14 May 2009

From the Kitchen Window

Clematis smothered with huge cream flowers, cornflowers at its feet piercing the grey morning with colour. Burgeoning nature bursting from the confines of the brick edged beds, a riot of green energy vital, vibrant, alive. I observe from my kitchen window, mesmerized by it seemingly growing before my eyes - behind me the kettle boils.

"The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers." - Basho

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