Friday, March 14, 2025

Bricks, hot cross buns and crocuses.

1. Where there was a window, there is now a door. Where there was a door, there is now a window. Today the builder is cleaning up, darkening his new brickwork with a wet brush.

2. At coffee time -- the smell of hot cross buns.

3. Under the icy rain, crocuses have fallen to purple mush. When I lift them, there's the scent of saffron.

Rind, mustering and moon.

1. The crack of pumpkin rind as I bring the knife round the lantern lid. 2. Now they've been pointed out to me, everywhere I go, I see t...