Thursday, June 12, 2025

Grasses, jay and watchers.

1. I stop for a moment to watch the wind shaking the grass heads in all their variety. I should, I suppose, try to learn them now I've noticed this array.

2. The fleshy colour and reddish cap of a jay on an oak branch over my head catches my eye. In the undergrowth, another bird is protesting with a call that sounds like knocking pebbles together.

3. Six black dots to the right of the path. Noses and wet shining eyes of two deer looking up from their grazing.

Fuss, cherry juice and fiver.

1. A woman coming down the street smiles to see us fussing over our tired and crumpled daughter as she leaves the house on the last day of t...