Sunday, June 27, 2010

Wet washing, wild strawberries and laughing baby.

1. On a hot day, to walk through our line of wet washing.

2. I pick a few wild strawberries from the garden. The sun has sweetened them, and the warmth has brought out their summery flavour.

3. With all the windows open, we can hear our neighbour and her toddler laughing and laughing. They are playing peep-bo along our duvet on the line.

Tarry, rolling back and one last taste.

1. Much that I would like to sit and visit for longer packed in with red and crimson cushions and blankets, lit by a bright window and drink...