![]() ![]() ![]() Two SwallowsSaturday 22nd April 2000![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() THE FIRST WILD GARLIC is in flower, behind the fence where the builders are to start work. After the rain, as we walk through the wood, the smell hangs in the air as we pass the drifts of garlic that grow by the stream. It's like walking past a taverna. There's a fungus that looks like a shoe for an elephant on a Crack Willow by the stream. It looks like weathered leather, but below it is pale greyish, dotted with tiny pores.
A small donkey grazing in a meadow by the canal has black streaks across its shoulders and down the middle of its tail, markings like those of a wild ass. In the village man pushes a barrow decked out with daffodils, a miniature cave and three crosses. The Easter Garden on its way to the church.
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