Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Snooze, last rose and yellow soup.

1. Going back to sleep for half an hour.

2. A last rose in the midst of leafless briars. It is an unremarkable plastic pink colour by day, but at night it glows.

3. A large bowl of bright yellow butternut squash soup. And the smell of coriander as I am chopping it to add to this soup.

Grasses, jay and watchers.

1. I stop for a moment to watch the wind shaking the grass heads in all their variety. I should, I suppose, try to learn them now I've n...