Jon tells me all my recent posts are about food. He’s right, and it’s probably because when I cook it’s the only time feel creatively engaged at the moment. Not that I don’t have stuff to do – I’m trying my hand at film editing, for example – but when I cook I often feel sense of satisfaction, of skill. Not so to dtae for the flick, and I really have no idea how the celebrated bourgeois writers of the ast century madfe time or desire for writing in the face of leaky windows and moldy walls.
In ameliatory fashion, all four flowering fruit trees on our proppity have burst forth. The lord of them, a tall cherry in the back yard, has a distinct and lovely fragrance.