Although I don't need to use it right away, I cut the tomato in half, because half of it is beginning to go bad. I have not thought about the beauty of the seeds, which sometimes look like teeth; or how, seen from a certain angle, the cross-section of a tomato, or a section of the cross-section, looks like a smile.
There was a time, when I was young, when we took snow for granted. Fun for children , usually a nuisance for grown ups, it was something youcould always rely on,if not before Christmas, at least in January or February. Nowadays, heavy snowfalls in the South of England are rare, and even if, as it does today, snow brings London to standstill, stops trains from running, blocks motorways, means closed airport runways and canceled flights, closed schools, you feel that something special has happened. Nature has said "hey ho, hey nonny no" or something of the sort; "let's have a holiday!"And sure enough, in the Grove this afternoon, not only mothers and children, but Dads, who couldn't get to work, are frolicking and larking about. They are rolling huge snowballs across the grass and making an army of snowmen. Dogs, who have never known anything like it, are tearing about as though it is designed for their special pleasure. I stand at the corner of the Grove and think of Breughel.
Sometimes, though occasionally it occurs to me that I might have something useful to say, I think that the young know far more than I do about what makes the world go round. So it is a surprise today when grand-daughter Giselle rings to tell me that she has a project at school and would like to consult me about it! "Surfaces" is the subject, and she has most of the year to complete the project. She can choose her medium and interpret the brief in any way she likes. It's a bit like the topics which the on-line magazine, Qrrtsiluni comes up with every two months and which immediately send your mind into overdrive. We talk for a while about fractals (or, to my shame, at least I do) and what the inside surface of a hollow sphere might be like. As for a medium we speculate (or, at least to my shame, I do) about shrink film and tin foil. My confused thoughts, unprepared and unregulated, spray out like a geyser. I am enjoying myself, I think; I hope that she is.