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. 

May, deer and pointing.

1. The may blossom has been hanging heavy on the hawthorns for a few days, but I have been too polite to mention it before the actual month....