1. On the railings and in the hedges are cobwebs left behind by autumn but remembered by January's frost.
2. The street disappears into the fog, the horizon invisible but for a tree top in front of the misted over sun.
3. He brings flowers, stargazer lilies. They are fast asleep and shut up against the cold.
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...