The 1st- seeing at least five people- separate from each other, within a short space of time, in various directions on our road- carrying flower bunches
Fat, gnarled croissants, like witchy winklepickers
A fat croissant with Bonne Maman strawberry jam
Rediscovering the P.U.L.S.E version of ‘Wish You Were Here’
The 2nd and 3rd- grey rainy day, grey rainy evening, rainy grey day
The uniquely indescribable scent of leftover gourmet pizza
The Chinese man, who walks up and down our road at least a couple of times a day, playing traditional Chinese instrumental music on his phone to accompany him
OREO DAIRY MILK
Saturday the 9th, a day of roots and perfection in its entirety
Sudden (at first), almost petulent, like a child fervently announcing their mood, single honks of returning geese in the morning, the croaking sound drip-fed through the sky throughout the day
The baked, salty-sweet brownie scent of bourbon biscuits
My warming, morning mug of cardamom tea
The scent of cardamom pods (green)
The aroma of cardamom, homely, lingering throughout the day
One glass, a measure of 175ml, of warm, fruity red wine
A basket of fresh veg- mixed peppers, mushrooms, courgettes, carrots. Glorious, happy, healthy, affirming colours
The best, freshest, wholesome and most flavoursome Chinese meal I’ve ever eaten- salt and chilli fried tofu, pak choi with garlic and a light savoury sauce, half, puffed, veggie spring rolls with sweet soy and sweet chilli dipping sauces, veggie curry of carrots, peppers, mushrooms, water chestnuts and fried tofu with jasmine rice- at Wok Chi in Harborne
The Hedge
Laid-back evening poetry event at Waterstones
Hearing ‘Souvenir’ while waiting in line at the café we went to before the poetry event
The palette of pink + black
Enjoying more evenings at The Junction
The pink roses, in bloom and creeping over the garden wall
The large satin-white with a blush of pink, upright (possibly, most likely, magnolia) blossoms on the tree in next door’s garden
The fire flame-yellows of Spring, found in surprising shrubs
The return of the Winter chill
Cardamom tea made with rooibos, the scent of a lovely, moist, softly-sweet spiced pudding while on the hob
Magnolia blossoms
Honey Cheerios
Husband’s and my first time watching ‘The Godfather’ together
Finally watching ‘The Sopranos’; being aptly obsessed with it
Getting a confirmed date from Pussy Magic for the publication of my poem (April 29th)
This month, that seems to have been going on for long
Being able to buy a couple of the poetry books I wanted (on the 9th), feeling more enriched because of them
Saturday, the 30th- An eye-opening documentary about the life of Madame Tussaud, whetting my inclination for morbid curiosity
