A merry poem from the archive about summer’s sunny kisses. Vintage postcard image courtesy of Postcard Diva.
Cold fingers, the volunteer gardeners rake leaves from the flowerbeds that circle tree-trunks. A last green and white hydrangea stares its bath-cap head at me. Cars hoot near Bedford St. There’s a helicopter overhead. Leaves and Tesco receipts blow across the square paving-stones. It’s 1 minute to 10. A cold breeze catches the morning. —Continue reading “St Paul’s Church, Covent Garden”