It’s that time of year. The time of rectilinear crocus displays and regimented rows of daffodils. Planting by plan and mechanical means.
It makes me want to cry. All the thought and care and money that goes into beautifying the environment, all done with the best of intentions to benefit the local populace, and yet…
It has crossed my mind to go on a midnight uprooting and redistribution mission but there are probably local by-laws stopping me with no provision for an aesthetics defence.
I just have to grit my teeth and avert my eyes and compose photographs with the subject matter peripherally visible.