Sunday, April 20, 2008

Mist, ducks and cake.

1. Fine rain silvers my fleece.

2. Ducks come swimming over to see what we have for them. The female flattens herself to the lake.

3. A heavy slice of fruitcake.

See, spa and blank pages.

1. While looking for something else in the back of the garden, I finally see that a pot of crocuses has put purple spikes through the compos...