“Are you awake?” rasps a voice from the other side of the bed. “Yeah.” Woken just moments beforehand by a cool breeze curling under the curtain, I start to readjust the blankets. A light flashes on.
Sipping tea in the front yard, I marvelled at our nectarine tree. Its swollen week-old buds had unfurled like tiny palms to reveal pink starbursts of colour. As I realised the tree was abundant in potential fruit, I stood back and admired it like a