February 25th, 2019

Yellow head


Yesterday there was a single daffodil in the garden across the street. Today there's a little crowd.

I'm reading Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn. It's a book in which the author is keen on describing how everything smells. The lead first-person narrator can't go into a room or meet a person without mentioning odour. She relates how an ex-teacher's breath "smelled of eggs." Ugh!