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. 

Pink, brownies and Pleiades.

1. A single pink primrose flower among the pale yellows lighting up the under hedge. 2. We eat brownie in tiny pieces soaked with juice from...