1. Another just-for-the-daylight visit to the allotments. I listen to stories of pampered geese and wild turkeys on the attack as I potter, digging up weeds and sowing a few seeds that’ll overwinter, providing us with sweet smells and tasty beans next spring.
1b. On the walk back, I look over the valley to the houses hidden in the trees on the hill beyond. A view I’ll miss if the developers have their way.
2. Little tiny birds flit between the bare branches and in the leaves below.
3. The taste of the lime juice lingers on my fingers.