Tuesday, October 05, 2010

Pans, mushrooms and lemon cake.

1. The Mother and I pick out a set of weighty saucepans -- wedding present. The bags wait un-opened in the kitchen so Nick can open them when he gets home from work.

2. Mushrooms the colour of fallen leaves have put their umbrellas up on the wet grass.

3. Sharp lemon juice has soaked right into the snow soft crumb of my cake.

3 comments:

  1. 'Mushrooms the colour of fallen leaves have put their umbrellas up on the wet grass.'
    Seriously. The way you have with words, Clare, astounds me. That image is one that will be with me.
    Thank you for always inspiring me (even though I may not make a comment).
    Enjoy the day!
    Erin

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  2. Oh, the beautiful image of #3! Can you tell I'm hungry?

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  3. Thanks Erin and Rosebud. I've been really struggling with 3BT lately, so your comments mean a lot. It's not that there's nothing beautiful around: I'm just having trouble stringing words together. Baby brain has hit me quite hard.

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