Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Seeds, theatre and new leaves.

1. I buy some packets of vegetable seeds from Oxfam. The man behind the counter spends some time looking carefully at one. As I turn to go, he says: "Er, what's mesclun, do you know?"
"I think it's a sort of lettuce." I pause. I know what we're both thinking. "Not mescaline."
We have a useful conversation about peyote and legal mushrooms.

2. I take Rosey to the theatre as a surprise -- one of her favourite actresses every (Honeysuckle Weeks from Foyle's War) is appearing in a touring Agatha Christie play, Witness for the Prosecution. It's excellent, thrilling and funny and strongly recommended.

3. Walking home at the end of the night -- chestnut leaves hang damp and exhausted after busting out of their buds.

Magnolia, no coat and weeding.

1. The drifts of pink and white petals drying in the gutters and flattened on to the pavement suggest that the magnolia on the corner of Bel...