Window Boxes

Mind moved its premises a couple of years ago now. I don’t know where they have moved to. I pass their old building most days when I walk. The sign is still up though the downstairs rooms are empty. They used to hold drop in classes there – handicrafts and that sort of thing. When the team were there the place was cared for, neat and tidy. There were a row of window boxes along the front with flowers that were always watered and nurtured. As I say they’ve been gone ages. The place has been empty for well over two years. Walking past the other morning I saw that there were daffodils, tete-a-tetes, in the boxes. They had grown of their own volition, returning, or re-emerging, like birds homing, to where they had always been.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.