Under Erasure - editorial note
The walk that led out through the apple trees – the narrow, crumbling path of brick embossed among the clumps of grass, the scattered leaves – has vanished now. Each spring the peonies come back, to drape their heavy bolls across the walk that led out through the apple trees, as if to show the way – until the breeze dismantles them, and petals drift and toss among the clumps of grass. The scattered leaves half fill a plaited basket left to freeze and thaw, and gradually darken into moss. The...