Saturday, June 22, 2013

Newborn nappies, all to myself and vanilla.

1. The parcel of hired newborn cloth nappies arrives from The Nappy Lady. I can't believe how small they are!

2. To have my mother all to myself for the afternoon.

3. The smell of vanilla in my stewed pear and peach.

Flock, turn and cards.

1. A flock of birds -- chacking and calling to each other -- whirls across the late afternoon sky, moving like a single creature. 2. With on...