Invasion of the Bindweed

It was a while before I noticed the invasion. I work in an arid place. A landscape of industrial estates and car showrooms, serviced by convenience stores that rarely live up to their name.

Every lunchtime I go for a walk. Half an hour to clear my head and stretch my legs. And that’s when I began to see it. The bindweed wrapping itself around rusted railings and through old fences. The disctinctive white blooms bursting into life,  surprisingly delicate for such a determined plant. Gardeners consider them a pest but in such barren surroundings, they are a welcome invader.



Damian Mark Whittle

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