Saturday, 22 May 2010

haycorns

Sometimes you do a picture.... hang on. Sometimes, *I* do a picture and there seems to be something Not Quite Right about it. I'm looking at this one and wondering what to do with it. But at least it gives a space from the previous angsty posts.

Up on the roof at quarter to five, drinking tea and watching the airliners heading east, high overhead, suddenly burst into the dawn which would not reach me for another half an hour.

A blackbird landing on the eaves next to me and bursting into song, while keeping a wary eye on me. I keep very still. It plunges off again, down into the garden, to bicker with another blackbird.

Swifts begin swooping around the rooftops.