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.


  1. We, too, hear the cricket sound here in summer, like distant waves breaking, very gently. The volume depends to some extent on the direction of the wind and to some extent on the quality of the cricket.

  2. Number three is beyond poetic! Save that one for the next book!

  3. This is my favorite post this week- earth and summer teenagers just wonderful


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