Friday, August 02, 2024

Cinnabar, chore and storm.

1. The ragweed is getting stripped by black and orange striped cinnabar caterpillars.

2. Alec comes round and vacuums the stairs.

3. The rain gets to us. We run round closing all the windows, and then open them again because it's still warm and muggy. At last, we settle by the open front window to feel the cooling air while we listen to the rain, the thunder and the radio.

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...