1. Low November sun slanting through a wood with pine needles, beech leaves and autumn bracken on the ground.
2. A sunset that turned the sky the colour of the heart of a log fire.
3. Caroline sharing the smell of a newly opened jar of coffee with me.
Tarry, rolling back and one last taste.
1. Much that I would like to sit and visit for longer packed in with red and crimson cushions and blankets, lit by a bright window and drink...
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1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
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1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
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1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...