Monday, July 10, 2023

Potatoes, even smaller and sweetpeas.

1. The smoothness of potatoes in the dusty earth.

2. The left-behind brown shells of dragon fly nymphs cling to reeds by the water. I draw one up the reed for a closer look. Its empty tail still articulates, and it clings to the ridges on my fingers as if alive. Pale mites run in circles over the glossy chitin armour plates.

3. The silky great-auntish colours of sweetpea flowers.

Wet Sunday, resting and re-do.

1. We wake to the sound of heavy rain -- just right for a simple Sunday. 2. I put my dough in a bowl to rest, and take a quiet half-hour mys...