Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Reds and yellows, herbs and soup.

1. I take Louise a few red and yellow nasturtiums that I grew from seed. As I pick them, I notice -- really notice for the first time -- that only one yellow plant came up; and that the orange ones are all different: deep ember red; a flat plastic orange; flame colours and scarlet.

2. I like chopping coriander, and a few seedlings thinned from my spring onion trough.

3. A bowl of hot and sour soup with a few noodles and some pieces of chicken hidden in its corn-gold depths.

Kite, journey and not quite the end of the day.

1. Red kite with pie-slice tail and wing fingers splayed wheels over aluminium roofs on an industrial estate. 2. Chatting idly across the tr...