Thursday, July 18, 2013

First cuppa, jasmine and him indoors.

1. My father brings me a cup of tea in bed.

2. She talks about the scent of her jasmine, 'only in the evening, once it's got dark'. I've been wondering about the one by our back door, and hoping that it's on its way.

3. Coming home and finding a husband already there.

Tarry, rolling back and one last taste.

1. Much that I would like to sit and visit for longer packed in with red and crimson cushions and blankets, lit by a bright window and drink...