the cobalt, gun-metal nuts keeping the wheel on are the shape and size of the rain as we take them off to take the wheel of the car off, it being requisite to changing a car tyre in rain (as a subsection to this, what to do in a long hot summer with a hosepipe ban and a slow puncture?)
this morning i had to remove a headless little mouse and an unidentified-death dead rat from the front of the house, offerings from tink the cat, which pippa dog and the little man took deep interest in. the will required to put the rat on a shovel and then into a plastic bag and then into a bin to be cremated was not expected. getting the rat on the shovel, even though it did not move, required a rock to shuffle the animal onto the spade’s blade. the headless mouse left some entrails on the spade, possibly a duodenum, which i had to remove with the broken end of a garden cane.
the smell of spring on eigg reminds me of holidays to scotland when i was a child.
the sting of a nettle leaves fingertips numb even 12 hours after picking them and after two hours of typing. if you like pins and needles, it is the warp speed of that. nettle soup, however, tastes delicious.
the amount of bracken roots on a once-tendered-then-left-for-twenty-year bit of ground is eight pounds per metre square.
‘swarfega’ does not sound like what it is.