Friday, August 08, 2008

Fruit, flock and figs.

1. A red-gold Victoria plum. The skin is the colour of a faded bruise, and the flesh reminds me of teatime sunlight.

2. Passing a church we catch the moment when shining butterflies of confetti hang in the air.

3. Cutting up a fat ball of mozzarella and eating it with warm figs.

Snowfall, badger and hot chocolate.

1. I open the front door to take a parcel and am surprised by wet snow falling in rags and tufts. 2. A badger has given the edges of the pat...