Image by 'Shopkins-Fossick' Looking through a really rather good blog called '
Shopkins-Fossick' I came across
this post on plastic pegs found in local alleys and lane-ways. The fragile, disintegrating pegs are immensely delightful and the aesthetic conjures memories of
buffalo grass, oxidised
Hills-Hoist poles, the funny (but delicious) taste that a garden hose gives to water, lemon trees, corrugated iron, and
sour-sobs. *Big smiley emoticon*
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