Saturday, May 24, 2008

Clapping, potatoes and aging.

1. As we drink coffee in the garden, we hear a burst of applause from the cricket.

2. Opening the potato sack, I discover a bag of Jersey Royals smelling of earth and summer.

3. The evening park is crowded with teenagers. It's as if the babies and toddlers from the afternoon have all grown up.

White grapes, gothic novel and predictions.

1. This week's grapes are particularly good -- a little hard so they burst well, and then both sweet and sharp.  2. Before Nick comes up...