Job p1789220569-10 complete
prompt: THE FORAGING — (the lane's free larder:1.3) a cottage-witch drying her herbs — in a gardener's gloves at the wrist, a fallen nest kept on the shelf — pressing flowers into a dictionary along a hedgerow lane in June. fog that muffles the rooster of the hedgerow; grateful for the ordinary of the found; the deep breath before the rain returns the afternoon's generosity. (Cut-paper prettiness with a beating heart, the basket filling like a story) BREAK sparrows at the bread-scatter of the fronds and berries; daisies holding their own at the edge, the exact grey of the doorstep's welcome of the trodden verge; a bee buying its weight in clover, a wren loud about the woodpile, a ladybird on the window frame of the startled pheasant. a line of stooks like good intentions the lane's turning. BREAK a snowflake of a brief second, the shimmer of the mill pond at still, a runnel of honey catching sunshine on the dew and the sloes. a kettle with a thrum of weather-knowledge, one chipped mug kept for its warmth, a calendar a year behind, uncorrected, a collection of stones from every walk, a handprint in the icing, deliberate
exact prompt sent: imagine THE FORAGING — (the lane's free larder:1.3) a cottage-witch drying her herbs — in a gardener's gloves at the wrist, a fallen nest kept on the shelf — pressing flowers into a dictionary along a hedgerow lane in June. fog that muffles the rooster of the hedgerow; grateful for the ordinary of the found; the deep breath before the rain returns the afternoon's generosity. (Cut-paper prettiness with a beating heart, the basket filling like a story) BREAK sparrows at the bread-scatter of the fronds and berries; daisies holding their own at the edge, the exact grey of the doorstep's welcome of the trodden verge; a bee buying its weight in clover, a wren loud about the woodpile, a ladybird on the window frame of the startled pheasant. a line of stooks like good intentions the lane's turning. BREAK a snowflake of a brief second, the shimmer of the mill pond at still, a runnel of honey catching sunshine on the dew and the sloes. a kettle with a thrum of weather-knowledge, one chipped mug kept for its warmth, a calendar a year behind, uncorrected, a collection of stones from every walk, a handprint in the icing, deliberate
