Saturday, May 7, 2011

A small room above a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

This morning's rain has ignited the daphne below. If I can't wake to sunshine, the next best thing is a fresh smelling room.

Before heading out I will visit the daphne, crouch down before it and look for its scent in its hard pink flowers. When I return I will Google it, see what its needs are. The day after that I will feed it.

1 comment:

  1. "Daphne with her thighs in bark
    Stretches toward me her leafy hands",--