|View from my garden|
|Allotment fire viewed from the path outside|
|The allotment viewed from the East Hill|
|My son and husband (left) on the East Hill|
|View from the allotment and head in the clouds on the way home|
I spend a lot of time closely studying the leaves of plants for signs of disease or invading critters.
You may see me in the street with my nose buried in the petals of an overhanging rose bush.
I sometimes see the world from the perspective of a grasshopper through skyscraper blades of grass.
But when I stand back, really far back, I get a different picture completely.
I see what a small role I have in a very busy and beautiful natural world.
I stop and enjoy the view.