There’s poetry in the news today:

VOLCANIC ASH CLOUD SHUTS ALL AIRPORTS
LAVENDER SUNSET OVER LONDON
You can’t make this stuff up. This is the joy of living in this city. Where is Ballard when we need him most?

And there’s poetry in the menu too. Ash floating overhead, kohrabi, pennywort, celeriac and dandelion in our heads. It must be spring.