Friday, July 16, 2010

Heft, shred and pottering.

1. Sausages are on special offer at the butchers. I buy 3lbs wrapped in green and white checked paper. It feels like a good weight in my wine red string bag.  

2. I come across a diary from an unhappy part of my life. It is a sharp contrast with the way things are now -- I poured so much energy into longing for something I couldn't have. I pull out the pages and cram them into the shredder.  

3. While the potatoes cook, to walk in my garden. I tuck a questing bean stalk back into the trellis and wonder if a weed growing in a crack is actually a violet.

Winter is passing, toad in the hole and mulled wine.

1. It is cold (although less chill than it has been) and cloudy (although less grey than it has been) and a robin sings loudly from the top ...