Wildflower Diary – 1st August

Found a note this morning, folded neatly, my name in architectural handwriting: “You are most welcome to attend the next Village Committee meeting, should you feel so inclined. FBW.” Which is code for “You’re expected. Be punctual.”

I left it next to the kettle and swept the kitchen twice — not because it needed sweeping, but because I need to decide whether I’m the sort of person who attends village committees. I used to be the sort of person who gave briefings. Now I forget where I put my jam.

The teapot made a little hollow echo sound when I poured. Like it, too, had opinions.