‘The day hangs heavy
Loose and grey…’
…and the afternoon did indeed feel loose and grey. Determined that there must be something to raise my equally grey spirits I took my camera into the garden and searched for spotlights … and there were so many. The low light caught these plants, many of which are greyish themselves, as if grey spoke to grey and instructed them to shine. And so they did.
By the time I had finished the sun was nudging weakly from behind the clouds and my mood lifted to greet it. Yet again I have been saved by my garden, which untamed and unruly though it is, always seems to be able to revive my flagging hopes.