the weekend in bits and pieces

My Saturday afternoon walk came to a perfect end at the row of flower shops on Avenue Road below Davenport. The very ones where Zoë and I spent a morning choosing blooms for her wedding. The flower market is a bit of paradise. With shops clustered side-by-side you can wind your way in and out of each, comparing blossoms and stems, plucking from buckets those which speak to your heart.

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Lavender scavenged from the park at sunset has been blissfully naughty.

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And new greenery from the flower shops means that winter will surely begin with less of a sting.

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In the late hours of a slow Sunday morning, I dreamt I was walking down damp pavements, collecting shining chestnuts scattered amongst burnt umber leaves. That afternoon, I surfaced from a walk deep in the ravines, to a sidewalk covered in conkers! Autumn’s mahogany jewels.

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The boys and I walked through the Rosedale Ravine, descending deeper into tranquility, the cool air a balm to the humidity hovering at street level.

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I sat on a park bench when the boys set off for home, enjoying the sight of an elderly couple I’ve spied several times. They sit companionably with newspapers in hand, always in the same spot. I don’t know their story, though I imagine it’s a journey many years in the making. I wanted to stop and chat as I walked past, but shyness prevented me from making an introduction. Or perhaps I’m not ready to let go of an imagined story just yet.

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Then homeward bound as the autumn sky turned broody…

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photos by: bliss {in images}

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