Lighted by the Blind

Our pot plant gets moved around during the course of the year. Like a flock of sheep. It spends the summers in the garden. As Autumn approaches, One Man and His Dog herd it into the living room (often losing points at the pen) and, when the days are short and light is at a premium, it is driven to the uplands of the bathroom windowsill.

And then the sun leaves plant-shaped shadows on the bathroom blind.