Friday, April 21, 2023

Missed, violets and no work.

1. There is a sudden splat on the pavement before the toes of my boots. From the oak branches twenty feet above me a crow launches itself, slow and dignified, into the grey sky.

2. Violets put out their faces on the bank.

3. I open the dishwasher to empty it, and it's still dirty.

White grapes, gothic novel and predictions.

1. This week's grapes are particularly good -- a little hard so they burst well, and then both sweet and sharp.  2. Before Nick comes up...