…In that slow stretch of August between rains and bursts of sunshine, a seed, suspended in the centre of an orb of feathered silvery filaments, lodged in the grass at the bottom of this fence. The seed was also suspended in time, and it waited. The filaments broke and vanished, the tiny airship-shaped seed capsule drilled its way into the soil, and last year it germinated….”
Paul Evans ~ read in full
Sunday Sayings – and some admirable (enviable) prose from Paul Evans (Country Diary ~The Guardian August 2013)
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