Tuesday, March 24, 2009

On the mat, blowing and twining.

1. I like being at home during the week and hearing the postman arrive.

2. After almost two weeks of still weather, I can hear the wind waking things up outside.

3. We make a pair of wills. After the advisor has left, we hold each other tightly -- it's a combination of understanding that our joy is transient; and feeling as if the tendrils of our futures are twisting together.

Waxcaps, beech leaves and my coffee.

1. Bright waxcap mushrooms -- crimson, orange and yellow -- in the veg box today. 2. Beech leaves the colour of rust flakes cover the mud. 3...