Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Good memory, flowers and help.

I've got a memory like a sieve, so here's a beautiful thing I should have written about yesterday. On Monday, I talked on the phone with Goddaughter Ellie's  father. He told me that she announced: "I'm a seed" and planted herself under some sofa cushions, asked to be watered and then after a suitable pause, put out a little hand shoot.

1. The delivery man asks how the writing is going -- I'm impressed he remembered.

2. Cutting the wrappings off a bunch of flowers, trimming the stems (the scissors make a juicy snip) and putting them in a glass vase of clean water.

3. There are orange shopping bags everywhere. Without a fuss, Katie packs them away into the larder.

Heather, portfolio and expand.

1. There are drifts of mauve heather blossom here and there on the common where the trees have been cleared to open up heathland. 2. I rathe...