Donnerstag, 26. März 2020, 14.48
Hello and good health! I have a shed the size of a telephone box, propped in a Rowan tree in Bristol. The window is square, each length about two foot, through which I stare directly at the backs of new ivy leaves, only just born but already wrinkled and leathery. I keep a rain-bucket under the window in order to see the top of my tree reflected. I like the confusion of the filthy bucket with the swept blue sky and green leaves and yet not blue not green something much more introspective at the bottom. It is impossible to name reflected colours so I check them often. Two blue scillas are growing beyond the bucket and fritillaries, euphorbia and hellebores, which I planted in the winter. Not only is the wind shifting them around but my mind keeps growing everything on wanting it to be two years later, still here, still alive, greener, bluer, more leaves. But it is here and now and that is good enough for now...