Setting aside my tendency to look to the visual for inspiration I’m graceful to Macaroon for this small stone. In the absence of any living thing daring to wander across his patch of garden, he spent time on Saturday ‘seeing off the rain’. Bless.
The puppy barks in another part of the house - sharp, urgent, metronomic; later I ask what was that all about, just the rain, I’m told.
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