Looking down Lancaster Avenue today. There's a blossoming cherry tree from which a lamp-post is emerging. I was drawn to the abstract pattern of red and white shapes which, I thought, was reminiscent of Spencer Gore's painting of Harold Gilman's house in Letchworth Garden City. That's an ash tree about to burst into leaf, and faintly, across the sky, there are pencil lines tracing the telephone wires. If I hadn't exhausted myself by planting 16 Desiree potatoes, I might have finished. |