Saturday, April 23, 2011

Dead wood, confession and sign of summer.

1. Yesterday I cleared the dead twigs from under the little weeping willow in our front garden. Today, when I open the curtains in the front room, I can see what a difference my work has made. It gives the understorey a chance to speak.

2. I confess to Nick that I finished the bar of chocolate while he was napping, and he's all right with that.

3. I take Alec round the Grove hoping he will sleep through supper. No such luck... but I do see some dancing midges gilded by the evening sun.

In and out, cool skid and peppercorns.

1. Love to catch sight of our children running in and out of the soft play frame. 2. He falls to his knees in a slide across the floor to ex...