L. found a sprouted conker in his sand pit this winter and so we popped it in a cup of soil and now it is big enough for its own pot. Everytime we turn a corner on a walk he’ll gasp and say, “Mum, look at that beautiful chestnut tree with its droopy ‘hands'”. And it’s true. With the city is looking livelier under a blue sky, we are spending a lot of time standing beneath trees looking up to see the sun sparkle through the leaves. L. is convinced the sparkles are fairies. We planted our small Christmas tree in a woods nearby our place, and I think our healthy chestnut sapling has a similar future destination.
Very excited for the May Festival next week, especially for the Slow Food events. Are you Aberdonians going to be at the Taster event on Friday night? I will also be at Carlo Petrini’s lecture on Saturday. And saving my pennies to spend on vegetable seedlings at the market.
A poem that knows exactly what I long for right now… just an hour of solitude would be wonderful… even the middles of my nights are not lonesome at the moment.