Helen Boden

‘An Inclined plane of light comes accurately through each window, purple and yellow…’ From Jacobs Room

‘The pale clouded yellows which came pelting across the orchard and up Dods Hill” From Jacobs Room

“Back came the sun, dazzlingly.

…and the butterfly box stood open.” from Jacob’s Room

The pale clouded yellows …. had zig-zagged across the purple clover. Jacob is after his butterflies as usual

From Jacob's Room

‘Orange and purple, nasturtium and cherry pie, were washed into the twilight.’

From Jacob’s Room

‘Orange and purple, nasturtium and cherry pie, were washed into the twilight.’

From Jacob’s Room