Monday, July 25, 2011

Stitches, weeding and the good point.

1. On the Oxfam stall, I am leafing through a book about 19th century embroidery techniques, and thinking "I bet I could do that, too" about some cutwork on muslin, when Nick asks if I would like it. I think for a moment and realise that I would, very much.

2. The man at the bottom of the terrace is weeding his garden path. The damp red bricks smell of turned earth.

3. I ask Nick what he liked about today: "When I bought you a book and you kissed me."

Shower, sparrow and night before bin day.

1. The rain comes down in rushing spate, drowning downpipes and running in fans over the asphalt. Next time I look up, the sun is out, water...