...picked up on a long walk and carried home in your pocket
Friday, July 15
This evening I am allowed to be a flower
Our neighbour is giving his plants a long drink. I can hear the splashing and pattering but I can't see him through the wire fence and thick screen of leaves and blossoms. He can't see me either, as now droplets of shining water are flying through the air to soak me and a rather disgruntled Fatty. I am watered until the soles of my feet sprout roots.