Regular readers of the blog might mistake the skylight here as a broken stick of celery, or displaced road markings.
Just as in the forest outside, there are parent trees that are surrounded by a community of younger, smaller trees, so it is that here below the skylight on the table, baby skylights make another community. At this stage they only glint, rather than shed light. Despite their being the size and shape of needles they still advertise the presence and appeal of the cherries.
The cherries Andrew brought from Bungendore.