Monday, February 09, 2009

Can't put my finger on it, peeled and all done.

1. There is something of spring in the air -- but I can't decide if it's a warmth, or a smell or a sort of light.

2. Peeling the white threads off a tangerine.

3. There is washing up, but the next time I come into the kitchen, it has vanished.

White grapes, gothic novel and predictions.

1. This week's grapes are particularly good -- a little hard so they burst well, and then both sweet and sharp.  2. Before Nick comes up...