Enjoying the good weather sitting outside in the garden, the little black book of sketches comes out again, and two more blank sheets are drawn upon .
The first, a pen sketch copying from a book - there are no firemen in my garden !
The second a pencil drawing of one of my garden ornaments. She is currently lying on her side and already, the weeds are trying to claim her.
It reminds me of the poem by Rudyard Kipling "Letting in the Jungle"
The day off that wasn't
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