April 29, 2006
I once lived in a terraced house like the one in this picture. Remember when you shot dried peas with a catapult at the passers-by from the upstairs window? The time you went to Niagara Falls and forgot to send me a postcard? The time you painted a still life in pastels? The grapes looked real enough to eat. I could always tell you apart from your twin. I still have the jewellery box. In it are the dried acorns reminding me of the day in the garden. Mowing and weeding, all dressed up in your good pants and waistcoat.