Thursday, 9 August 2012
We have been out hunting the creeping, ground-growing fruits of the woods. At home pine needles and moss gather in the kitchen sink. There are more blaeberries (wild blueberries) in the woods than all the people of this world could pick. And they grow one small berry for every five plants. Chanterelles and boletes and so many other wild mushrooms explode out of the earth all in a day, and insects whir and drone loudly overhead while you stoop down to pick them. The blooming, ripening season is here.
It has been hard to sit in front of a computer these days, even the many rainy ones. There was a small trip to Glasgow last week, a confection of a trip. Stunning medieval tapestries and paintings at the Burrell Collection, Rima and Tom putting on a lovely show one evening at GalGael, and finally seeing Sharmanka Kinetic Theatre this time all made for a marvellous couple of days. Sometimes, especially when you don't really live in one, it is lovely to feel a city thrumming all around you. And so we are having our fill of them: next week we are off to Edinburgh to meet a friend from afar and bring them back up to Aberdeen, and surely to have a look at the Fringe on the way.
Then there is the quiet stuff of every day: cooking up experiments for dinner, bringing wine to a friend, looking for ways to make a few pennies, tapping the barometer, finding a new easel (a big one!) that doesn't cost too much. And slowly, despite this overwhelming abundance, it is time to start gathering in some things for the autumn, plans and wishes and scratchings on paper.