Wednesday, November 13, 2024

Tired, boy birds and at eleven.

1. I am tired this morning and so feel completely justified in standing and staring at lichen.

2. Little birds in black and palest brown scuffle and scutter in a thorn tree like boys on the way to school.

3. I have re-wrapped the parkin, swept the crumbs from the table and put our coffee mugs in the sink. A message arrives from Anna to say that she, too, has had a piece with her elevenses.

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...