Tempted as I was, to post a snap of
SALT & PEPPER
pots … I thought I’d really better not.
I revisited some old fiends in the Good(?) Book—
etc etc etc, you know how it goes. But think about it—does it not (rather poetically) describe seasons down to a ‘t’? And for that matter is it not a long-winded way of simply saying “a place for everything, and everything in its place“?
Especially its place in Time.
We could rhapsodise about Time and Purposes and the great Brevity Of Life and other clichés etc etc ad nauseam but I prefer to let my shutters do the talking—
Somewhere around I should still have a snap of said wind-blown tree in its habitat before chaps with saws and shovels and things came in and rearranged everything from the last gasp of said tree, above, to this below where not a trace is left behind (I keep hearing Judith Durham singing) excepting only the traces left behind—
—so I guess we might say that the tree has indeed had its season. And I dare say that should any newcomers in the neighbourhood ever notice those marks on the wall they will doubtlessly put them down to maniacs vandalising with scrapers or something … vandals, sadly, are in season right now …
—back to Judith Durham.
Don’t wait up …