Tuesday, June 08, 2004

Speedwell, under the greenwood trees and out of the sun.

1. Bright blue speedwell growing in rank grass.

2. Strolling through the woods on The Common when it's hot.

3. Coming off the blindingly hot street into the windowless hall of my block. It's got a sort of dry, cellarish coolness.

Cheese holes, eerie and back at the table.

1. My nephew likes cheese, but only the holes, which I carefully snip out with kitchen scissors. 2. I feel a little bit sorry for the comput...