Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Strawberries, a pair of hands and communication.

1. I buy a pair of bags to transport my linen and bedding. They are sky blue and decorated with summery strawberries. I hope that in the dead of winter, they make me think of a hot July.

2. My mother comes to help with the packing and she brings a cake.

3. In the dark hours when everyone should be asleep, a voice beside me: 'Are you worried about tomorrow?' 'Yes. But I was trying to do it quietly.' A hand reaches for mine. 'It's going to be all right.'

1 comment:

  1. Just caught up with you. I hope your move went well - nothing like moving in with the one you love... no more toothbrushes in the pocket, for one thing...
    I moved too, today, to the railway carriage house! It is not finished yet, but livable in and looking great, if you have a minute to take a peek at the blog (a week behind - will do another post soon!)
    Great to catch up - and I do wish you both so much happiness.
    xx Elspeth


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