Friday, July 08, 2022

Going in, buddleia and Bob.

1. As we get closer to Alec's new school, we see more and more boys of about his size, also making their way to the taster day.

2. The scent of buddleia falls on to us from above.

3. I slip Bob's body into the compost heap. Back to the earth from which you grew. We'll miss you in our kitchen, patiently waiting for daylight, and on warm days sunning yourself in the garden.

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...