Monday, March 11, 2024

Pinks, robin and not dead.

1. Waiting for me at breakfast is a pot of pinks, just perfect for the front garden.

2. Later in the day, Alec produces a card he has made for me -- a drawing of a robin in oil pastels, made from a photo he took on a day out we had together in the autumn.

3. I go to take out a dead fern to make room for my pinks, but find close to the soil, tight furled fronds, waiting for next week, or the week after.

Good time, after rain and far future.

1. I glance up at Toggl, which I use to track my work, and find that I've made good time writing my bridge news. 2. The steady rain give...