Sunday April 05, 2009
the last
Insects everywhere - dead bees in the garden, moths stud the bathroom ceiling like dusty ornaments, praying mantises crawl out of the compost bucket. The flies. Let’s not mention the flies.
The last day of daylight saving. Everyone tired and wistful on Sunday. That feelng like you lost something all day.
You did.
The ‘last day of summer’ pasta sauce - made with the last aubergines, the last cherry tomatoes, the last zucchini.
The garden full of fledgling winter vegetables now - purple spindles of cabbage, small arrowheads of spinach, proud leeks.
Manawatu gothic. Even these bright days are tinged with a kind of violence. There is a black velvet ribbon running through your head, collecting debris.
This year you feel the descent into winter as accutely as if you were eighty-three and wobbly and unable to afford electricity.
The last breakfast on the lawn.