Tiny weeds, fairies and poem.

1. To pull a few tiny weeds from the potato pots.

2. By looking sideways through the back window we can see floating willow fluffs caught on the sunset.

3. There is a lovely poem by Grace Nichols called Granny Granny Please Comb My Hair. The child says that her granny takes her time, while her mummy 'is always in a hurry'. Bettany brings me a comb and asks me to do her hair while she reads it.