Friday, April 10, 2009

Pottering, a stranger and small voice.

1. I like picking a few deadheads off the flowers growing outside the front door.

2. A woman walking towards me extends her arms as if she plans to embrace me. Then I realise she is carrying weights to tone her arms.

3. The day has not gone to plan and I am tearing my hair out, racing from work to home, from supper to a coaching appointment -- but amid the chaos, the small voice says 'Simplify and ask for help,' and I listen.

Going away, sweet peas and calls.

1. Waving off the last of our sleepover guests. Now we are free to be tired and grumpy. 2. A bunch of sweet peas -- bright stained glass col...