small green pear
fruit bowl vase of tulips
white textured wall staircase
little yellow broom
curved window petal-shaped beams of light arching down
onto the table
In the winter, one year ago, we stayed in a little cottage in the countryside. Trucks drove past on the main road but on
either side of the road were fields and fields of grass. Groups of daffodils sprouted on the lawn in front of the house;
every morning covered in gentle frost.
Breakfast was at the round wood table, placed under French doors that opened out to the north-east. A small garden of
overgrown plants ran along the fence line close to the doors. Morning sun glowed through the trees, through the glass
doors, falling down in one golden wash over the table. We placed chairs around the table and a vase of sweet daphne in
the centre. Steam rose off plates. It was a golden syrup, buttery, honey kind of breakfast in the fresh, cold air, and warm
draped turquoise tablecloth
jug of water
Over the years you gave me so many stones and shells but I have collected so many myself that I have forgotten which
ones were from you. On the shores of a lake surrounded by beech forest we held smooth round stones the size of
tomatoes and plums in our hands. We slept at night to the sound of waves and small beech leaves falling in a patter on the
fabric of our tent.
hazy purple walls framed hillside painting: pear green grass, terracotta earth, blue cotton sky
a plate of oranges a shadow of tulips
In your garden, I lay in the grass under the fruit trees, as you collected large, heart-shaped peaches for us from the
branches. The papery, round leaves of your apricot tree changed colours with the seasons: early green to honey-orange.
We ate breakfasts under the apricot tree; the deck warm with sun and covered in drying leaves and apricot stones.
peach walls potted geranium; its leaves reaching to the sun
tiny landscape painting: a scooping hill, clusters of pink, the sun -
a bright yellow glow in the sky
lemon blue mug
yellow lace curtain
shell floor white stool
In your flat overlooking the sparkling sea we had breakfast on the green couch and small coffee table, as sun warmed us
through the lounge windows. One morning we ate pancakes outside in the sun; sitting on the wood bench, leaning up
against the side of the locked shed. Next to us was your orchid in its terracotta pot. The smooth round stones cased in
concrete were cool under our feet. In summer heat we lay under the feijoa trees on the grass slope that looked out toward
the ocean. In autumn we collected and ate from the abundance of apples and feijoas falling from the trees.
pink plastic cup holding jonquils
peaches a shell a cloth
glowing lilac horizon
The sky outside glowed apricot-peach for a few moments, just above the line of the hills, as sleet fell on an angle against
the window panes.