It's Still Life

1. Thankful that I looked up and saw Imbolc’s full  moon looking down at me through February’s bare branches. Taken with my iPhone.

2. Thankful for absolutely fabulous words: Borborology n. filthy talk; ribaldry. Obsolete (what a pity) circa 1645 

3. That my toes weren’t crushed. I managed to slip the drawer, the one under the bed, back on to its rails. Such a stupid system; at least once a month it goes off the rails, and I treat the silly thing as delicately as eggshells. 

5. Thankful for Denise’s Six Sentence Stories and the opportunity to expand my writing beyond serialised storytelling — and it comes with a pre-established readership! Prompt word on Sundays and the InLinkz doohickey goes live on Wednesday night.

6. Teddy my fishmonger. Fridays. It’s a tradition, not religion. Special this week: monkfish fishcakes; hot smoked salmon; halibut (Teddy, are you kidding me; halibut costs how much? £32/kilo) 

7. Thankful to be outdoors again — a forest walk. Beech trees thin and pale in the winter light, and a few leaves still clinging like old paper.

8. Things that shout It’s Spring, like the Sutton’s seed catalogue arriving in the post. Let’s see — I saved seeds from last season’s tomatoes, so we don’t need those. English cucumbers! Yes. I want trugs full of them. Trug? What is a trug, you ask? Read here all about them.

9. That winter doesn’t last forever.