Monday, February 09, 2009

Can't put my finger on it, peeled and all done.

1. There is something of spring in the air -- but I can't decide if it's a warmth, or a smell or a sort of light.

2. Peeling the white threads off a tangerine.

3. There is washing up, but the next time I come into the kitchen, it has vanished.
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Jar, soap and end of a slog.

1. For now, we're a household with a jar of home made chocolate chip cookies. 2. For the bathroom, a new bar of Marseilles soap with the...

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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...
  • As needed, forgotten cake and syrup.
    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...