Wind’s Up. It will do that. Everything is blowing away.
Washing on the line. Abandoned garden toys. Empty flowerpots . General Garden detritus. The contents of our Steptoe yard that are supposedly destined for the corpy tip/recycling centre.
What hasn’t blown away is straining at the leash. The sail is threatening Take Off. The Shed Roof Felt is One Corner Up Three More To Go.
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There have been casualties. The soldier boy pears are down.
They shall be left where they have fallen. For now.