1. The flavour of the cinnamon that infused our hot chocolate milk wriggles its way to the top.
2. We have no need to go out, so it's no concern of ours if the wind roars around the walls and the rain soaks the world drop by drop.
3. It is late and silent, except for me tapping at the keyboard.
Wet Sunday, resting and re-do.
1. We wake to the sound of heavy rain -- just right for a simple Sunday. 2. I put my dough in a bowl to rest, and take a quiet half-hour mys...
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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...