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.

Rind, mustering and moon.

1. The crack of pumpkin rind as I bring the knife round the lantern lid. 2. Now they've been pointed out to me, everywhere I go, I see t...