1. My mother scrubs the mould off our kitchen window frame.
2. Stuffing sacks of old clothes into the recycling bin. The hopper closes with a polite clang.
3. A pair of palm-sized portobello mushrooms in our vegetable box. Their dense flesh looks like real food. I imagine how a hunter-gather would have felt to find them on her patch. Perhaps she would have smiled and thought: "That's supper sorted."
I took shoes to a recycling bin and it too closed with a 'polite clang'. It was like a big hungry mouth and I was very pleased to be feeding it.
ReplyDeleteYour lucky, it is normally me who scrubs the mould of my mother's window frames!
ReplyDeleteI was just thinking I should have a clear out of clothes and shoes, I feel inspired to do this over the next few days as I know it will make me feel better. :-)
We had portobello mushrooms in our vegetable box too - they were one of my beautiful things last friday - and on Sunday when we ate them! :D
ReplyDeleteOur Portobellos are awaiting 'that's supper sorted' since we are vegetarians.
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