Olive Green

At the open garden I went to yesterday, I turned a corner and heard one old lady say to another with the voice of doom, 'Ooh, you don't put them in a garden, they're poisonous.' They were looking at some yellow flowers. Her friend was unmoved, but she continued. 'Poisonous.'

I passed them a while later and heard her saying, 'You don't give them to cows. They're poisonous.' I don't know if she was still talking about the yellow flowers or if she had found another poisonous plant. She seemed gloomily happy about it.

I have been on leave this last week. I packed so much in. I had my hair cut and bought a new kettle and made a tree. All go then. Which of day 339's photos of said tree do you prefer? I liked the moody lighting of 339a but my mother liked the shadow of 339, so I included both.



Day 338. A shop window managing to be both snowy and summery, Day 339. I made a Christmas tree out of buttons and pins, Day 339a. Ditto, Day 340. Primary school choir in the shopping centre, Day 341. I bought a new kettle and passed this sofa with cup holders on the way, Day 342. Sunflower, Day 342a. Frilly leaves, Day 343. One of my ladybirds, Day 343a. Quarry garden: probably not edible, Day 343b. Quarry garden: ornamental thistle, Day 343c. Quarry garden: try knitting with these, Day 343d. Quarry garden: end of the path, Day 344. Cutting, Day 344a. Stirring, Day 344b. The result