Thursday, August 11, 2005

Singed bread, hey Mr Postman and needles.

1. The smell of toast.

2. Scrawling 'No longer at this address - return to sender' on some letters addressed to a troublesome neighbour who has moved away.

3. When 'just one more row' of knitting turns into an entire sock heel.

Gale, fallen and ready for school.

1. The wind is thumping the rain against the house, but we don't have to go anywhere today.  2. In the park after supper I pick up a han...