Rainy Summer, Sycamore Leaves
by: David John Martin
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One week in and two weeks to go, so far I had managed to go to bed, get up, and in between laze around the house doing the bare minimum. I’d cleaned the house quite well before the last time I went away, and on return I found the tidiness welcoming, to what otherwise could be a cold empty house. Tidiness made it a home.
Not in my garden, but on the other side of a 15-foot wall, grew a Sycamore tree. From my bedroom window I could trace its development through the seasons. Largely, a case of leaves, or no leaves. It was mid-summer now, and it was utterly raining; rain drowning the pollen, pushing everything down and into a pushed down sense of place. It suited my hay fever; my last job took me to the highlands and islands of Scotland with a pollen-free sea breeze, so it was pleasant to have this continuation of clean air.
When it was sunny the Sycamore tree, with its flapping green leaves, against a blue sky, seemed a towering figure, and the colours impressed on me – the brown of the branches with the blue and green. There was an absoluteness of these colours – no shades, no blends, just three simply bold tones. The rain and wind dampened this tone well out of my inspirations.
Though looking at the tree now got me wondering about whether my home insurance would cover damage if the weather tore it down and smashed into someone else’s property, or even mine? It wasn’t worth bothering about finding out this information because the tree was sturdily placed.
But with four weeks on and three weeks off, and one week into my three weeks off, I had the pleasure of going through what needed to be paid, renewed, binned and recycled. I used to get all my insurance at a place in the town. Queue for a bit, sit down, chat, wait while they telephone, then sign some stuff and leave. But this wind and rain is keeping me in.
The rather assumptiously titled web site, confused dot com, and their presence in the media through advertising, I guess is probably the first place I will go to get a quote. I don’t know exactly why I think of them, but it’s probably due to the fact they have a catchy and memorable name. Whether they are effectual remains to be seen.
Keeping me on a path to lazy rejuvenation, I was out all last week on a pretty and desolate Scottish beach measuring long shore drift for my work – that’s where sand gets displaced and replaced by tide and other conditions.
So I guess with all that fresh air, I’m happy to sort my home insurance and that will be that as far as domestic stuff needs to be done for the rest of the break. I just hope I don’t spend too much time comparing quotes!
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