hot

next year therell be a spice garden, but i couldnt resist a few to start it off this spring



szechuan pepper, and somehow it just looks hot

a lesson

the first apple to blossom up, the most local variety

old enough

theyre plenty old enough to go to the slaughterhouse



but im enjoying them too much just yet

max

we kicked around fourteen years ago, not for ages, not lifelong buddies, never in each others pockets, not even such close friends, just a few beers and quietly hitting the same wavelength



havent seen him for years and its really bothering me that he just died

it feels like one of the understandings on which life is allowed to proceed has been broken, the goal posts turned 90 degrees...he was just one of those people who you quietly assumed would live to be too old, making himself and everyone around happy in the process...just seems pointless

i ll plant him a medlar in the damp orchard because i cant think of anything else to do

some day



a few days of sun and everythings dry like it was never wet, warm like it had never been cold

an hour stolen from work, late pruning, buds and blossom are elbowing their way out of branches, all the springs-here-at-last cliches

i find a dead sheep, two dead electrocuted hedgehogs, then an email telling me about a friend from years ago killed in a car crash

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