Solstice

Had to put this up even though our sun is still mainly veiled by dust and cloud even though 31c forecast.

The photo came when I was watering one of our potted lemon trees. The force of the water unexpectedly revealed a lemon somehow buried in the compost. It was somewhat macabre, the opening shot of tough police procedural against, say, organised crime. I let the water settle and revealed the lemon again while taking a one handed shot. So to speak.

Listening to Edith Wharton’s US golden age novel, The House of Mirth. Beautifully narrated by Eleanor Bron