Thursday, September 11, 2008

Frenchman, free fireworks and ferns.

1. Sarah asks if we don't think that her boyfriend is devastatingly handsome and classically Gallic. We can agree in all honesty, and immediately name him 'The Frenchman'.

2. A spray of sparks flies from the station clock tower late at night. Men are at work on the scaffolding that appeared earlier today. We walk up the hill looking back over our shoulders at the unexpected fireworks.

3. After washing the vegetables I empty the sink and find the water has left ferns of dirt and fragments of carrot frond.

2 comments:

  1. Hello - what a lovely blog, you're on my roll now. Did a 'Blog of Beauty' on August 20th if you fancy a peek - but your idea is so elegant and simple, love it! best wishes.

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  2. 1.Visiting an old friend on the blog world and remember how much three simple things mean to me.
    2.Seeing that life is being good to you.
    3.Knowing I will return to visit more.

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