Tuesday, April 19, 2022

Hiding with a book, overlooked and coltsfoot.

1. My small niece and I hide ourselves away with a book.

2. I find a little green foil egg lying on the flowerbed.

3. We find a bank of fluffy white globes: coltsfoot seed heads, ready to be blown.

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...