Still life, with feedback

Thin, tall green strands the shape of chives grow between the wide stones of the path to the patio.

A tiny tree exploits the sanctuary of the green bouncy patio chair.

Fruits the size of my pinky fingernail dangle from the spiky shrub in the corner. They’re greyish-bluish on top with purple beneath, like plums. But with more grey-blue.
I’m crazy-fortunate to have a workspace with floor-to-clerestory windows, whose windows face my back garden. If I could just figure out the high-humming device (lightbulb? printer?) and turn it off, I would call this moment an idyll.

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