eau de nil

we spent five blissful moments yesterday shelling peas, a.'s giggles hurtling along the crazy trajectories some of them made across the room.

i remember doing the same with my grandmother, even as the first warplanes* droned overhead in the heat of a summer morning. she took such a fright she spilled them all over the floor and i clung onto the hilarity of the image to exorcise the fear.

here: a. practicing on some beans last summer with her father.






*Cyprus, 1974