Friday, September 14, 2012

Cabbage white, in the queue and the hug.

1. To watch a cabbage white butterfly dipping and zigging and zagging in our tiny garden.

2. I do that thing my mother used to do that was SO EMBARRASSING. I unload my groceries at the checkout and then realise that I have forgotten a thing. I contemplate leaving it but it's a vital part of Saturday supper and I will have to send Nick out to get it. I apologise to the checkout man (he offers to pack my bags) and smile vaguely at the people behind me in the queue and dash back. The checkout man is still at scanning when I get back.

3. I've upset Alec: He really did not want his nappy changed. When he is clean and dry again, I stand him up and give him a cuddle, pressing my cheek to his wet face. He squeezes me right back.

2 comments:

  1. Lucky you don't grow cabbages, or gooseberries, that would give you a real quandary: hundreds of very hungry caterpillars and bald bushes!

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  2. Yes, I suppose I would find it harder in that case. M&D have lost all their nasturtiums -- but we just have two caterpillars, so the damage is manageable.

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