Thursday 6 May 2010

Thursday 6th May


Day 17


This afternoon, while the rain dripped off the apple blossom, I made a cake for a sad friend. A tender yellow lemon polenta cake. Under the pink and white tree sparrows hopped in grass brushed with tiny fallen petals and resident daisies.


Earlier we strolled to the polling station under the arch of a silver lined umbrella. I pencilled 2 crosses against 2 names in the classroom of a primary school. The faces behind the desks were shining with welcome. And hope. Although this is not where I look for it.


I know cakes can’t heal but sometimes the love folded into them can.


I notice my jeans are extra tight today. Possibly too much cake.


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