Category: Wonderings
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High summer
This week, the mornings feel like California. The flat, dense blue sky that I saw in Pasadena, on a day early enough to watch the Rose Bowl flea market setting up. Even though the sky is hazed at the edges, everything seems so clear that it’s unreal. The day you get new glasses – that’s…
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Some treasures
I haven’t been buying a lot of vintage this year because I quit eBay in March. I was spending way too much time and money. The things I have bought have been from small sellers, and I have two birthday treasures from Sapphire and Sixpence that I am particularly pleased with. The first is a…
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I dream of broken glass
My most frequent dream is of finding bottles. Finding a treasure trove of a digging spot that will keep me nourished forever. Although I’ve found some OK places on the island, nothing compares to the village dump I had back in Sussex: an untouched square mile of metres-deep Victorian finds, veiled in thick woodland. The…
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My swamp
The Causeway I am the mist and I am the stone. When the gulls scream, I am up in the wet air with them, Whipped in the tunnels of wind that flee towards the hills and, beyond, the sea. When the tide rises, creeping through gulleys and saturating green mud, I am the rivulets, I…
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Fieldlarking
As the seasons change, I see the shifts the land has taken through flooding and ploughing. A field once dismissed now displays a scattering of pottery, sharp glints against the mud. I’ll lark anywhere. If the river is high, I’ll turn to the hedgerows. If the hedgerows are fat and impenetrable with spring leaves, I’ll…
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