The shadow of a berberis bush projected on my upturned kayak. The white hull and the black, angular shadows are like an ancient Chinese ink wash painting.

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The first blackberry of the season, picked from the thickets growing wild at the end of my garden. The taste of summer with a hint of Autumn.

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Leaves and flowers with the sun shining through them:

Sea-glass on a garden table. The other day I was standing at the end of my garden watching a woman collecting pebbles from the beach. I told her I collected sea-glass. ‘If I come across any,’ she said, ‘I’ll put it on the wall here for you.’ Just about every week there is a little pile of sea-smoothed glass left on the wall. This particular part of my collection I have spread on a garden table with a ceramic top, within sight of the beach, so that she can see it. Yesterday, after overnight dew, they glistened in the early morning sun.

Dew on wild grass:

Jotting down haiku moments is a lot easier, of course, than crafting them into haiku. Here are two I have attempted:

beyond closed eyes
bees buzz
in scented air

rusty garden seat:
barred shadows fall across
the ginger cat