Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Bed tea, tap-tap-tap-tap-tap, buffing up.

1. My father opens the curtains and puts on the bedside table a cup of tea. I drink it, roll over and go back to sleep.

2. Woodpecker holes in a dead pine tree.

3. Polishing my desk with beeswax so the shine comes up again. I always leave it far too long between polishings, and then when it's done, I wonder why I didn't do it sooner.

Winter is passing, toad in the hole and mulled wine.

1. It is cold (although less chill than it has been) and cloudy (although less grey than it has been) and a robin sings loudly from the top ...