Sunday, September 6, 2015

Red Hot Pokers: September 6, 2015

But something moved, flashed, turned a silver wing in the air. It was September after all, the middle of September, and past six in the evening. So off they strolled down the garden in the usual direction, past the tennis lawn, past the pampas grass, to that break in the thick hedge, guarded by red-hot pokers like brasiers of clear burning coal, between which the blue waters of the bay looked bluer than ever.   

To the Lighthouse (23)
Red Hot Pokers below Talland House in 2002

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