Circumambulations cede something at last

I should stop reading Eliot really:  between his Greek and his metaphysics and his neologisms (which I'm sure he pretends aren't), I have the same feelings about his words as I do about oil paint.  Mmmm.  Needed two days of absolute concentration to get the balance between the three sorted, and so we had poor(ish) weather to help keep me away from the mountains of pruning and weeding the block has been muttering about for the last few weeks.  Delighted with this.

Had some time left to play a bit with the oil sketches too!