Sombre Tit

I finally collected up my bamboo poles, cutting tomato, aubergine and pepper plants from them. Each tie of string a week or less of summer’s heat, a diary of times past.

I raked leaves, turned the compost heap and marvelled at the sun burning the fog away. All magic in its own way; the alchemy of seasons turning.

Two kilos of cayenne peppers drying by the fire.

A diminutive bird hawking seeds from the cardoon seed heads turned out to be not a blackcap but. Sombre Tit.