Pants

a relaxed stroll round the grounds as the sun set over my yard arm, pre-prandial libation in mind, garden view Blippage accomplished and a new vista opens up....pants, several pants, festooned over the cotoneaster below the upper bedchamber window.

Fertile soil, winter cropping, low hanging fruit...only to be expected I hear you say?  Or....beware fugitive knickers when vigorously shaking out a duvet cover from one’s laundry at night!!