Dulcie thought behind the grass, in the middle of a novel, was a great place to be clandestine, and observe the goings-on of humans.
(To be honest, I don’t think the vintage paper background really works in this case, but it’s something I’ve been wanting to try. Possibly needs a stronger medium to make it work. Oh well, live & learn!)
And better late than never, last weeks:
No matter how often I prune, there always seems to be one rambunctious tendril that evades any attempts at control.