Small brown brush makes me think of small brown bird. How we start to value the small and the brown and the bird. On the allotment there are more birds. I see them more. A wren scuttled under the shed. Collared doves (Where are you?) nick my redcurrants.
Message: See the small things. Enjoy the small things. No need to travel far. Look around. Sit by the love-in-a-mist, watch the bees collect nectar and pollen.
This is a pause in the frenzy of life. A rent in the curtain. Stop and stare. What do you see when you look through?
