Findings ...
29 July
The town had been dealing with a dead tree beside a path between our road the next one. We rescued some interesting pieces and the seemed to self assemble into this structure. The Corvid is K’Nuf and he has watched the garden for years.
“… and-rabbits' wood limping invisible
down to the sloeblack slow, black, crowblack …Time passes. Listen. Time passes.”
These logs remind me of my next plan - starting once the temperatures come down …
Love the dead hedge! Neighbour children were coming onto our property (and picking my daffodils etc) so I started blocking the gap in the fence with gathered brush, of which we always have a lot! The brushpile has become a refuge for a lot of wildlife and now wildings are growing around it. Bonus 😁
Pretty sure that is Dylan Thomas you are quoting about crow-black, I think it goes on "fishing boat bobbing sea". Am I correct?