Monday, May 26, 2025

Notes, fairy glade and columbines.

1. Glancing sideways so that it doesn't seem as if I am looking, I see that she has an app on her phone with pages of notes and lists and plans and clippings -- just like me.

2. We stray into what must be a fairy glade -- the grass is starred with pignut flowers and overhead rooks mob a buzzard -- and while we weren't watching our way, the reliable path that led us in has faded among the trees.

3. Aquilegias (descended from seed packets we got at a wedding when then children were small) mostly come up dark blue between the paving slabs in my garden -- but this year, there is one pink and white, smiling shyly at us.

Watering cans, eating alone and settling down.

1. The grounding weight of my watering cans. 2. Our schedules mean that I eat supper alone in the peaceable, silent kitchen. 3. Now the chil...