Monday, February 05, 2007

Yorkshire pudding, blackbird, periwinkle

I see, through the glass door of the oven, a straw-coloured Yorkshire pudding rise in airy mountains.

This morning, a blackbird sings as it gets light outside the window. It is the first I have heard this year.

In the shrubbery known locally as the Village Green, some periwinkles are in flower. I apply the macro-focus of my camera on to one the blooms with its five blue petals, and suddenly it seems more important.

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