Outside the wind is howling and rain is coming down sideways. I’ve been inside all day with a cold, daydreaming of warm summer days. They are coming fast. Only a few more days in Wellington, and then back to the mountains and the desert we go. There’s a sort of wonder inspired by feeling temporary or in flux.
In the past weeks I’m sure this rhubarb plant has gone its winter way, but this day in April we had a little harvest and made rhubarb scones.
listening :: Kurt Vile Walking on a Pretty Daze, The National Trouble Will Find Me (we got tickets to Red Rocks!), so much new music
reading :: Zadie Smith White Teeth
watching :: Milton Glaser: To Inform and Delight
eating :: toast and tea
making :: a big surprise, and plans, plans, plans