Sitting in a garden, in April.

The noise of children in the afterschool hour.

A plane going over.

In the distance, a car passing.

Trees coming into leaf.

There is a slight breeze.

Longer flower stems move.

Bees.

Cat.

Fly.

The gently swaying banches of a tamarisk tree.

A bird singing.

The flower-beds are blue under a quilt of forget - me - nots.

Plastic guttering cracks from the warming sun.

Wood rots from winter snow and rain.