The theme of time photo challenge 13

A Time to Talk by Robert Frost

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, 'What is it?'
No, not as there is a time talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

The time of day is early morning hardly any sunshine, later in the day sun shining overhead the washing making shapes onto the ground.

Washing on the line early morning


Time you enjoyed wasting is not wasted time: T. S. Elliot

In the afternoon when dry

Summer Floral