The wheat in the wall
A feeder walks down Leopold Street. Just outside the nunnery, under the cherry trees, scoops of wheat litter the pavement. Some go to birds, some doubtless to rats; in this wet city they are never far away. The nunnery wall has a kind of concrete skirting, detached in places from the main body of the wall. In it the wheat is sprouting, sweet wheatgrass waiting for a grazer, where odd seeds have tumbled into damp, fertile spaces.
A traditional green roof
On Donnington Bridge, this service building sits at one of the entrances to the residential moorings. A defiant slab of concrete and corrugate, it was built with no thought of aesthetic appeal. Still, the shallow pitch, the shadowing trees and the omnipresent moisture from the river and weir have brought it into the mossy wonderland aesthetic beloved of certain parts of the internet. This is green roofing traditional style; a look we would love to pursue... were it not for the constant water seepage issue.
The flower of patience
My cane orchid has finally reflowered, some years after it was carefully selected from a portable cut-price unit in Sainsburys prominently marked "Manager's Special" as having the Best Flower. That year, there were cane orchids about in large quantities for the the first time; presumably some wrinkle in their cultivation had just been ironed out. These were allsorts, probably bywaste from aiming for white or accepted varieties. I tried to ID it from a fancy cane orchid website, but I think it's just an endearing mutt. Manager's Special (I stuck with the name) has come to flower again; hooray for the bathroom orchids.
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