sails onions polysyllabic

 Red sails at Sitges

When, several years ago,  I wrote about Roscoff onions which we were able to buy from Sainsbury's at the time, I was surprised and delighted to find that someone else knew of this delectable allium from Brittany.  My correspondent was Lucy Kempton who  has subsequently became a dear friend and collaborator in several ventures including  the exchange of poems to be found on our joint  blog, called Compasses. Yesterday, over here from Brittany, Lucy visits us and brings among other goodies from Brittany a bag of Roscoff onions from her local market. Time has made a neat circle and the onions are back in Now's the Time.

When tweeting I find myself using polysyllabic words, an added challenge to  what and how to communicate in 140 characters.

Light patterns, cyber friends, cobwebs,

The sunlight comes through the window and creates patterns on the wall and on books in the shelves.

The pleasure of receiving good wishes from people, cyber friends in particular, who are in touch because of remote but true affinities. Who would have thought that a reference here, the other day, to sweet onions from Roscoff in Brittany could have forged a link with a langauge teacher, poet and photographer who lives in that part of France? Look at box-elder.blogspot.com/

Lots of cobwebs today. As they move in the wind and catch the sun, they look like fine shafts of light flying through the air.