Tuesday, November 09, 2021

Sweetpea pods, accepted and clean shoes.

1. The crackly, papery feel of the sweetpea pods I am clipping from the vines to save for seed.

2. My afternoon is turned upside down by an email saying that one of my essays has been accepted for an actual book. (There's a long lead-time, but I'll share when it's available).

3. All the children's shoes, clean and shined, in a row on the doormat.

Wood warmth, slope and list.

1. It is a cold day with sneaking drizzle, but drifts of orange and yellow leaves bring bright heat to the woods. 2. The swish of Bettany tu...