Wednesday, August 08, 2012

Lavender, mutton stew and waking words.

1. To brush against the lavender hedge on a still day.

2. Our mutton stew, frozen and reheated for rather longer than I meant, is meltingly tender, and the tomatoes in the gravy have become sweet and sticky and deep, deep red.

3. When I get into bed, Alec wakes, sits up and says: "Daddy?" When I speak, he says happily: "Mummy," and settles back down again.

Going away, sweet peas and calls.

1. Waving off the last of our sleepover guests. Now we are free to be tired and grumpy. 2. A bunch of sweet peas -- bright stained glass col...