Friday, May 28, 2004

White flowers, mother's ruin and yellow flowers.

1. For the last few days, I have been smelling something heavenly on my way to work. It was sweet and heavy, a little hayfevery and drowsey. I couldn't place it, and then I realised that it was philadelphus. When I was little, I had a swing next to a philadelphus bush. As I swung, I would kick its clusters of golf-ball-sized white flowers, and the scent would follow me back down to earth.

2. I showed a writer friend how to send attachments with emails and she rewarded me with a chat over a gin and tonic made with her secret stash of Bombay Sapphire.

3. Buttercups growing in the shade.

Going away, sweet peas and calls.

1. Waving off the last of our sleepover guests. Now we are free to be tired and grumpy. 2. A bunch of sweet peas -- bright stained glass col...