Friday, June 03, 2022

Clear sky, caterpillars and jubilee.

1. I wake well before dawn and go to the window. Foxes sprawl across the tarmac and run among the cars and shadows, shrieking and mewling their private thoughts in the secret hours.

1a. Glance up. Marvel at the rainwashed air to the south and west.

2. The caterpillars that have been shredding my honesty are climbing the wall and the window to find a good spot to pupate.

3. Balanced on the wall, a jug of beer.

Dull, after the rain and prepping.

1. I slap the full water butt to enjoy the dull thump. 2. My herbs have doubled in size in the rain, which seems to have nourished them in a...