A Slow Life

By Sootmouth

Pegs

My flatmate has been clearing a patch of garden next to the washing line and I rescued a handful of pegs that had somehow found themselves - blown by the wind probably - in the dirt.

They were so caked with mud I had to take them apart and soak them overnight. I left them to dry on top of a bright red filing cabinet and I thought the colours were worthy of a snap (more so than my knees at any rate).

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