Thursday, July 12, 2012

Resilient, novel and I don't mind.

1. I gave up on edibles in the woven willow bed this year and threw down a handful of flower seeds. They have been smothered by nasturtiums, 'watered' by Alec with bird seed and dug up twice by a mysterious night visitor. But now two of them have put out midnight blue trumpets striped with butter yellow.

2. To stretch out in a bath with Carnevale, a novel rich as tiramisu... at half past nine in the morning because Alec has gone down for a nap.

3. Alec gets bored and walks off halfway through storytime. I am left gazing happily at Eric Carle's illustrations in Pancakes Pancakes.

Gale, fallen and ready for school.

1. The wind is thumping the rain against the house, but we don't have to go anywhere today.  2. In the park after supper I pick up a han...