of the things my eye collects

I’m not sure if you also flit between reality and a literary fantasy land like I do, but today I lived this poem by Richard LeGallienne:

I meant to do my work today,
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand,
So what could I do but laugh and go?

Precisely, Richard my good chap.

I’m completely enamoured with this day, and it’s only 4 in the afternoon! Here’s my own ode to the slivers of colour my eye has collected so far today.

humble beginnings of a fragrant chilled fennel soup


to be strewn with stripes of this green

and sipped in this secret gardentuintje

with this sassy summer frockfrock

What has your wandering, wondering eye collected today?