I could hear the grass grow You were out there on my first day. So upright and green against the house so white. On my second day you were there again but you lay strewn with your blades cut. The gardener had mowed you down. I borrowed a red rake to gather you up. I reached for you, took hold of you and pulled you to me. I heaped you together like you had never been before, blade stacked upon blade.

I lifted you on to a chair. It seemed the right thing to do. You were sitting there for a quite a while in the evening sun, just sitting. I wondered what would happen to you when the sky lost the light. It was seeing the magpie that prompted me to bring you in. I’ve put you in the single room at the side of the house, overlooking the lawn, I hope you’ll sleep well.

​Buskie + Tjåland, Lalandhuset Residency, Rogaland, Norway Thursday 11th June 2015.