Wednesday, September 14, 2005



Morning. I am lying in between the stripes of the vineyard, the bulbous black clusters sugar-frosted and glinting in the sun. The heat has a chilly autumnal gauze around it full of paradox - log fires and suntans, lunch al fresco and sledging, cotton skirts and boots. Our cats are twining themselves around gnarled trunks and posing for me under a shifting canopy of vine-light....


I am home.


It is evening. I go off to pick thyme for the chicken. Scrabbling up the red sandy rock I see ochre cloud-puffs in the deepening blue and a silver cat sitting proud on his pink throne. My fingers smell pungent from the herbs in the air rinsed clean with rain and pine.

I return to the house and my husband's eyes have welled up.

"I like having a wife" he splutters.
"Even a friend is nice".

We are together again.



Anonymous james said...

welcome home!!!

3:23 AM  
Blogger Zinnia Cyclamen said...

awwww, you two!

8:01 AM  
Blogger Jean said...

Hoping you are too blissed out for words... oh, the light in these photos...

6:26 PM  
Blogger spindleshanks said...

meanwhile here in london, it's cold and blustery, we have no central heating because g has to finish building a wall then paint the whole disaster before he can put the radiators back, my garden is the size of a small bedroom and covered in scaffold. can i move in with you guys?

11:16 AM  

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