I'm unfaithful to my garden. I have a roving eye. I've tried to fight it, but I'm too soon undone by a flash of bright colour caught out of the corner of my eye, or the silken curves of a soft petal, or the subtle scent of one of nature's beauties.
Only this morning I found myself gazing quite enviously at the roses of my neighbour.
|Exhibit A: the Rose of my neighbour|
And then another.
To make matters worse, I don't even know their names. I have a passing familiarity with the rose, but the others are just beautiful strangers.
I spiralled ever downward, down into the dark pit of unbridled envy. Each click of the shutter another slap in the face of human decency.
Thankfully, the clattering of a neighbour soon sent me scurrying back to my own patch of earth. Red-faced and ashamed.
Until next time.
Oh, and I've now read the manual for my camera :)