Serendipity

There's a house not far from where I live, across the road from a landslip area where the most muscari can be found in the spring.



I think it might be a rental - it's not a house that's carefully tended, and its garden shrinks a little each week in the dry of the summer.

I walked past this morning with the dogs and saw, in the front garden, an old hydrangea with bright and sharp blue flowers, squatting next to a crayon pink geranium. It was unplanned, obvious and vulgar, and so lovely I stopped and stared and schemed for the same in my own front yard.

I think that particular blue and that particular pink are the colours of serendipity.

And now I must fly - there's an escalating dispute over a fallen lemon.