Saturday, January 15, 2011

New Year gift

Three lorry loads of gravel were recently delivered. When moving the piles of perfectly graded stones one finds the occasional small foreign object, a fragment of ceramic tile, a broken piece of plastic tube, something from another kind of industrial environment. But when Sam found this, tossing it at my feet, it seemed like a talisman from a different place, a world of hay and straw and horses breathing warmly on our year ahead.