Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Blackbird, orange socks and telling.

1. Blackbird not willing to leave his place on the fence as I pass. I look him right in the yellow-rimmed eye.

2. Small boy runs down a quiet street. Luminous orange socks.

3. No more secrets.

Book, volunteers and shower.

1. I spot that he's brought along the copy of Puck of Pook's Hill  that I left in his room a month or so ago.  2. Everywhere, there ...