Saturday, January 10, 2009

Strings, shedding light and lilies.

1. On the railings and in the hedges are cobwebs left behind by autumn but remembered by January's frost.

2. The street disappears into the fog, the horizon invisible but for a tree top in front of the misted over sun.

3. He brings flowers, stargazer lilies. They are fast asleep and shut up against the cold.

Wet Sunday, resting and re-do.

1. We wake to the sound of heavy rain -- just right for a simple Sunday. 2. I put my dough in a bowl to rest, and take a quiet half-hour mys...