Thursday, May 29, 2025

Moth, progress and coming home.

1. A moth, in a green so pale it glows, is drying its wings on the grass.

2. It wasn't so long ago that this field was soggy and yellowish. Now the grass stands tall as my thighs.

3. The children come home, and we realise that this is what we've been waiting for all afternoon.

News, white chocolate and Venice.

1. Instead of the horrible news on my phone, I have a new Fortean Times to read at breakfast. 2. I'm thinking there is no chance we...