Thursday. And the Garden is coming in fast and furious.
Roses and more roses.
Cats and more cats. Cats who have other homes.
Cats who sit and watch slugs creep across the grass.
With the forest deep in cloud. Today. Only today.
Bush roses pop with colour.
Prolific poppies. Growing straight out of the compost.
Peace Roses. Large and soft.
And the cats. Always the cats from the hill.
Watching and waiting.Tired of slugs.
Waiting for the mist and cloud to go.
Then it rains. For a few minutes.
Teases us with a hint of fall.
And the sweet peas love it. They're expanding. Creeping up.
Pots and rain and mist and cloud. Give way to sun.
And Spencer hangs from the fence. In the shade.
The porch is the coolest. Dry from the mist.
The sweet peas suck in the rain .
Spencer finds his chair on the porch.
And sleeps. Perchance to dream.
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