It has been raining less than usual and so we have needed to water some of the yet-to-be-planted plants, which is carried out with a selection of whatever vessels we have to hand because we are not currently in possession of a garden hose or indeed a watering can
The clouds here are different to the clouds of elsewhere, and they seem to ask less of me
The edges of land reaching towards and away from the house feel as though they are waiting for people to return to them, and the people will, but I would be lying if I said that I didn’t prefer the emptiness
The fingerprints left around drinking glasses
Every day I think ‘goodness, that is a lot of emails I need to respond to’ and then I do not respond to the emails
If I were to leave all the windows at the front open there would be at least several hundred bumblebees inside by now, something that bodes well for the flowering things but not for me
Every time we catch a spider one of us says ‘but where do they come from’ then we carry on and I suppose we’ll never really know
This morning I purchased two glass jars with screw lids and an oven tray that carries with it the promise that nothing will stick to it for 25 years
I’m not sure whether it’s better for things to happen in the right order, or the wrong order, or in no order at all, or whether it is in fact impossible to know the difference between these
Thinking about the feeling of being unsettled, and whether this can happen slowly or quickly—if we can be a quick unsettled or a slow unsettled, and how long it might take us to get resettled again afterwards
April is a very sticking month
THIS WEEK I FELL IN LOVE WITH:
More photography by Linda Brownlee, which is highly unsurprising given that I’ve already fallen in love with her work before.
Two small things to sit down here at the end, because lately I’m lacking in ending-type thoughts of my own—perhaps because there have been so many endings to consider in the past year and I cannot bear much entertaining of more just yet.
“We tend to think secrets are small, no? like precious jewels or sharp stones or knives that can be hidden and kept secret because they’re small. But there are also secrets which are huge, and it is because of their immensity that they remain hidden except to those who have tried to put their arms around them. These secrets are promises.”
— John Berger
“far away(as far as alive)lies
april;and i breathe-move-and-seem some
perpetually roaming whylessness-”
— e.e. cummings
The end.
"Thinking about the feeling of being unsettled, and whether this can happen slowly or quickly"—the older I get, the longer the whole "resettling" process seems to take!