Saturday, August 25, 2012

Laugh, smile and dry jeans.

1. When Nick comes down into our bed, Alec laughs in his sleep -- and such a sweet, gentle laugh, as if he has been moved by something as lightweight and transient as a soap bubble.

2. The twins are nine weeks old now, and if you watch their faces carefully, you might get a smile. Daisy's is so broad that it moves her ears.

3. To peel off a pair of rain-soaked jeans and put on dry ones.

Sparrows, sourdough and hoard.

1. Fluttering on the edge of vision -- a few little brown sparrows touch down in the garden, and then take off again. 2. We suddenly remembe...