The summer has turned cool and damp, with frequent showers.
The Waste and M3 look like a fairy kingdom with towers and castles reaching skywards in groups like the downtowns in American cities:
This green conurbation is a result of my keeping the grass low and the effect is delightful and mysterious, with subtle variety, mystical strength; with graceful movement caused by the weight of raindrops, or passing breezes, or insect footfall. There is a certain plant patience too, a sense of expectation: “we are ready – paciencia y barajar.”
When it is dark and late I can imagine those green towers silent and invisible, dreaming the starlight.