I was up on the ladder ripping the climbing jasmine out from between the shingles where once a year it tries to burrow. The garden, to be honest, looks terrible this time of year, the sprinkle of crocuses and the happy moss notwithstanding; shattered and beaten-up under a steel-grey sky.

Here's some of that sky seen looking up through the magnolia.


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February 02, 2003
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