Summer has slipped off, and so has this drawing I did of the grass, fallen leaves and the odd sprigs of clover. The last time I remember seeing it, it was pinioned by magnets to my notice board, since then it has been unnoticeable. Grass is like that. Ephemera, if there ever was. This sketch may look random but it plots out a real swathe of grass, though perhaps it's a stretch to call grass of this length a swathe. This was early summer grass from the park around Lane Cove Tennis courts. Odd that the words, clover and cove, should be so disparate in meaning, and might average out to clove and subtract to make over, love. If the drawing is out there, reading this, can it please make its way back?