Sunday, July 8

An afternoon in the garden

There are four bottom-halves of field-mice on the front lawn - Fatty's developed a taste for heads. The first red potatoes rise with the fork, two of them speared through. I plant sky-blue campanula, and cosmos with papery white petals. The young woodpecker with a bright red cap pecks at the peanuts I bought online. I plant spinach, guessing the slugs will eat it before I have a chance. Tea. Novel. Earth behind my fingernails. Clouds. An ordinary afternoon.