Tuesday, March 31, 2009

A strangescape, a confession and about the lion.

1. Grape hyacinths. They look like a forest of bobbly trees in the wrong colour, rising out of a bed of succulent reeds.

2. He admits that he feels like pushing us both in the pond. I climb quickly back up the bank away from the water's edge. I'm tempted to jump in myself.

3. I love hearing Virginia McKenna speak -- she is narrating a documentary about Christian the Lion. She sounds as if she has every confidence in your ability to keep her secret.

Shower, sparrow and night before bin day.

1. The rain comes down in rushing spate, drowning downpipes and running in fans over the asphalt. Next time I look up, the sun is out, water...