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.

At the gate, invitation and beetroots.

1. I find yet more recycling and squinting in the drizzle, go down to the gate to put it out. Our neighbour is at her gate and we grumble ge...