Monday, May 13, 2024

Festival, fairy garden and ants.

1. We live in the sort of street in the sort of town where we can stroll across the park to a literary festival.

2. Bettany has been at work with a trowel and watering can, and now the front garden is full of fairy houses. 

3. To watch ants hurrying their eggs and young back into the deeper galleries of the nest I have just disturbed in the compost heap.

Tarry, rolling back and one last taste.

1. Much that I would like to sit and visit for longer packed in with red and crimson cushions and blankets, lit by a bright window and drink...