Monday, June 16, 2008

A luxury on washing day, sweetpeas and supper.

1. Hanging my newly washed dress on an outside washing line in the sunshine, with the smell of hot cupressus around.

2. Nick's mother takes me by the hand to show me how the sweetpea seeds I gave her for Christmas have grown.

3. Cooking a simple supper and chatting with Nick as I work.

As needed, forgotten cake and syrup.

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