Tuesday, May 20, 2008
forty winks, exchange, nettles
This is one of two lions, which have sat outside our house for a good many years, a little pretentiously, I admit. Sometimes a hat of some sort brings relief.
Two builders are resting beside a skip. One is using a mobile phone, which he holds away from his mouth, and says to me "excuse me." I look towards him. "Is England a country? he says. "Like Scotland and Wales?" I give my opinion. He conveys it to the person on the other end of his phone. I am holding a broken garden fork, which I am seeking to dispose of. "May I use your skip?" I say, feeling that some reward is due. They agree and I toss the old fork in amid the rubble. I guess that I have earned the skip space.
With a sickle, I cut down some tall nettles and breathe in the intoxicating smell of summer.