9.9.08

Sowing the seed or The tale of a true eccentric.

Yesterday The Hound and I made a voyage to the East. To a land devoid of hills, where vendors of bird seed and wondrous vegetables reside. We went to meet a great man who grows flowers in a small field filled with butterflies and bumble bees. By day he tends his flowers, but by night, glass of wine in hand, he dons a white shirt, ties bells to his knees and dances under the light of the moon.

3 comments:

Mother Hen said...

Miss Pickering did you swoon at the size of his delphiniums?

tim relf said...

They all do that in that part of the world.

Miss Pickering said...

How wonderful - I must make a passage to The East more often.