Sunday, May 08, 2005

Sour, summer birds and gold.

1. Hot lemon and honey.

2. As I walked through my parents' front door, I heard the cuckoo. And then I was dive-bombed by a swallow.

3. The last glints of the sun seen through the trees on the horizon.

Stored, share and collecting.

1. When I turn out a pot, I find fat worms writhing in the soil, and a bright gold centipede, and a handful of bulbs waiting for next year. ...