Friday, July 16, 2010

Heft, shred and pottering.

1. Sausages are on special offer at the butchers. I buy 3lbs wrapped in green and white checked paper. It feels like a good weight in my wine red string bag.  

2. I come across a diary from an unhappy part of my life. It is a sharp contrast with the way things are now -- I poured so much energy into longing for something I couldn't have. I pull out the pages and cram them into the shredder.  

3. While the potatoes cook, to walk in my garden. I tuck a questing bean stalk back into the trellis and wonder if a weed growing in a crack is actually a violet.