Sunday, May 17, 2020

Weekend morning, final onion and 11pm.

1. To sleep in and then make a fry-up.

2. With streaming eyes I tip the last onion into the pan.

3. To hear the 11pm chimes away across town through a fuzz of sleep. 

Pop-ups, fences and communication.

1. Today, after a few damp days, the common is alive with mushrooms and what I learnt on the fungal foray last week has opened that kingdom ...