Thursday, April 23, 2009

What's going on, evening match and in our box.

1. The questioning sound of a car reversing quickly.

2. In the park, a dozen small fry play football with four or five dads. The goalie has to keep stopping to redirect his crawling baby off the pitch.

3. These are new season carrots, so slender and sweet and crunchy.

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...