Bright spots in the clouds disappear as quickly as they appear. Fire siren. A magpie rattles at the wind.
Wednesday June 13, 2018
The howl of a workman’s saw: part rage, part ecstasy. On the little cafe table on the patio, another fresh scattering of mock orange petals.
Tuesday June 12, 2018
Cold, with the faintest shimmer of precipitation. A blackbird’s metallic scold-calls. Across the way, a dog howls to be let inside.
Sunday June 10, 2018
Flies buzz in every patch of sun. A morose-looking European robin sits in the shade above the feeders, flicking his tail.
Saturday June 09, 2018
Cardigan weather still. Cigarette smoke wafts over from the adjacent garden. Blackbird and wren trade cheerful riffs.
Friday June 08, 2018
The great, cream-colored roses glow in the sun, even those beginning to turn brown. Three carrion crows—their nasal cries.
Thursday June 07, 2018
Women’s voices carry from a nearby garden. The resident terrier runs semi-circles around the elder tree, wheezing up at its flowering limbs.