Essays

Local and irregular perfections

By Gail Simon . . .

I started drawing again. Ginger, turmeric and garlic.

I found beautiful creatures

Extraordinary plants growing locally promising more

I still move between light at the end of the tunnel meaning death or life. What’s coming…
Signs of life, of things to come, a landscape always in flux

Looking up at the light coming between the branches gives me hope

Made a ton of Elderflower cordial. It’s easy. Look it up.

Not many bees or butterflies around despite the good weather…

Can you see the aphids?

My eye veers more towards irregular perfections
Sometimes the storm is in the distance, over someone else

Rain does important things. I don’t know why I am saying that now.

It’s a time for resilience. Need to watch, listen and learn.
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