Shadow Sapling

for each
new
fresh green
leaf
a shadow

As a postscript to yesterday's adventures 9yo was off to casualty this morning with an aching wrist that hadn't improved since yesterday. The doctors investigated and have found a chipped bone, so he's now weighed down with a heavy plaster cast, which will keep him going until a return to fracture clinic next week.

I am the guilty party as the wrist was broken as 9yo attempted to save a fierce half volley that I'd unleashed in his direction. I have promised to be his personal servant for the next six weeks as I try to redeem myself.

Today, in the late afternoon, I walked down to Moorside to see if there was any sign of the Green Hairstreaks yet. There wasn't, but at least this fine shadow made the trip worthwhile.