The strong July sun falls from the east on to our large room curtains silhouetting the nettles in the border outside. The curtains are faded now and torn or threadbare in places, but they do.
The garden is unkempt but some like it that way, especially the stinging nettles. All I have time for now is to keep a path open to the far end and back by a different route.
There are many compensations like this out-of-focus pattern on the old fabric which moves gently as the breeze catches the nettle plants.
Winter will take the plants away and leave just the worn material and the memory of sunshine.