Thursday, November 14, 2024

Cyclamen, last leaf and new pencils.

1. I spot some pale flower buds on the cyclamen by the front door -- tight furled promises.

2. In the sunny park, I catch a few startling crimson leaves on almost bare branches. I've been reading O. Henry's The Last Leaf.

3. I really like handing out brand new shiny black and red pencils from my stationery stash.

Rind, clink and treat.

1. Loving the green on green stripes of the watermelon rind. 2. As I go up the stairs, I can hear from his room the clinking of a spoon in a...