Much of the garden - the drive, I mean, the hard paths - is scattered with tiny white petals. A durable scattering of Spring snow? Soft hail? Apple blossom, of course, various kinds of blossom; no analogy required. Things as they are. Up at 5am, and now it's just before 6, dawn coming as I start this. That kind of sky where the clouds are lit from underneath by the sun as it rises; I am compelled to mention cottonwool. That kind of bird-noisy breeziness. Faint hum of this machine; tick of the clock.
To be embarking on a new project is reviving in itself - rectangle of new sunlight forms on the cream-coloured wall; the air changes colour - but the most heartening experience this week has been the art. Did I mention The Agency? Click on the <portfolio> button in particular, but start on the home page and take a general look around. Also, the happy designer wrote to the Cornwall Women's Network (members of which pass things on, obviously), and I don't think she'll mind that I, too, have been looking at her site. There's a rightness about good design, good art.
To be embarking on a new project is reviving in itself - rectangle of new sunlight forms on the cream-coloured wall; the air changes colour - but the most heartening experience this week has been the art. Did I mention The Agency? Click on the <portfolio> button in particular, but start on the home page and take a general look around. Also, the happy designer wrote to the Cornwall Women's Network (members of which pass things on, obviously), and I don't think she'll mind that I, too, have been looking at her site. There's a rightness about good design, good art.