My job is to keep treasured foodstuffs safe but accessible to family members, and customers. One way to achieve this is to prevent decomposition through freezing and canning them in jars or using air-tight containers.   Another very popular method is to store them, whole, diced or mashed, with sugars and pectin of under-ripe fruit.   These methods are often used and reserved for particular people or groups that love to have foods and jams for many months after the growing sea

Dark hangs at the apex of the swing, holding, holding. Silence of the drop of dew, holding, holding. Petals gently shift, twist, hold….waiting. Green blade bends under her alitrunk and mandibles. Feathers shaken slightly as he sighs, his chest expands, and settles. He lifts his beak, throws back his head and cracks the dawn to his splitting laughter to break the still of dawn.

‘New Year!! What the…'   ‘I haven’t gotten used to the last New Year. To be truthful, I’m still flummoxed that it is ALREADY 25 years since the millennium... and 20 years since 1985 FFS.’   Reaching down I rub my knee, remembering that tragic New Year plane crash where I had to give the pilot heart massage while sword fighting the sky pirate with his own cutlass as he tried to set the bomb off. Boy, that’s the last time I’ll pay cattle class. That never happens in 1st.   Then

Sitting around, propping up and leaning on the variegated, woven, black jacquard, encompassing and enhancing it.  An eating place, a meeting place, a greeting place, a speaking, beseeching and weeping place, even a 1am sneaking place. Gathering annual quartos and new coasters of pretty coastal villages.  Cups of tea of Asian china, glass leaf-shaped plates of vovos and montes.  Kids toys and smeared jam, dim electric bills and yesterday’s news.  Little blue-glass figurine of