Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Reflection, brioche and the guess.

1. The reflection on a wet roof of a bird passing overhead.

2. The smell of toasted brioche bread.

3. Alec speculating about what might be going to happen next in the book we are reading. It's The Railway Children, and I feel as if I've reached peak motherhood.

Book cupboard, haws and dinner.

1. My walk over the park takes me past a blue cupboard full of books, free for anyone to take. 2. This year the hawthorn boughs are bent, we...