happily at the coalface

yesterday's wind has generated a rich harvest

i arrive at the studio laden with fragrant greenery

now you see it

now you don't

it goes into the pot

and then

i have breakfast

lovely rosemary and olive bread

salvaged from the supper table

outside the window

there is a passing parade

inside i inhale the aroma of the dyepot

and play with shapes that echo those of the containers

on the boats

eventually my dumpling is cooked

and the alarm on my batfone alerts me to my responsibilities

so

i speedwalk back in to the city

and put on a frock for the exhibition opening

am pretty sure some folks in the street think

that i am dressing up for Halloween

i think more people should wear frocks with big skirts

that hide a multitude of sins

[as opposed to the sins of a multitude]

94 starving students turn up

eat cheese and vegetable bits

do a circuit of the space

and rush off to get stuck into Halloween

[i'm told this is an excellent turnout]

meanwhile i am given a splendid bunch

of very red flowers

for which

i 

am 

grateful