Friday, January 24, 2025

Arum, kiwi and tea.

1. Shoots of wild arum, glossy and stiff as patent leather, force their way through the beige drifts of last year's leaves.

2. It's a particularly good kiwi fruit, and the pieces disappear as fast as I can cut them.

3. Towards the end of the afternoon, a mug of tea and a biscuit appear at my elbow.

Breakfast, drift and pour.

1. I start to say no because I've already eaten breakfast and I don't want the work of cooking French toast for everyone else -- but...