I’ve read that conkers placed in a corner of a room will deter spiders, placed in a drawer, they will deter moths.
There are poppies in the walled garden, and irises in tatters. Not the blue ones, the paler, larger yellow-pink ones.
Reading Autobiography of Red this morning, slowly because i’m nearing the end, and on page 118 “…Geryon’s head went back like a poppy in a breeze…”
On my walk I was thinking of Ai Weiwei and something he said on Twitter in 2009:
“If there is one person who is still not free, then I am not;
if there is one person who still suffers from insult and humiliation, then I do.”
There is a moment when something shifts and a peaceful silence turns to an emptiness.