Skyberries and Voidmelons or Voidberries and Skymelons

My to-do list for the weekend included:
1. Jump in a fountain.
2. Dance amongst brick dust.
3. Look for zig-zags.
4. Whisper secrets to streetlamps.

I only managed a few of those, but I also marvelled at the vivid green of the sand lizard; ate turkish delight ice-cream in the village where Alice is buried; shook ladybirds out of my hair; laid amongst long grass and wild flowers, while ‎I took photos of clouds, only to find gevurah had laced my shoes with buttercups and daisies while I wasn't looking; noticed a heron glaring, perched in the corner, almost like a ghost; ate wild strawberries from the roadside; felt delighted at the sight of snakes and toads; retreated from the daze that being unwell and watching daytime TV provided.