Thursday, February 24, 2005

Tea, blackbird singing and supper.

1. He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named explaining that he doesn't like camomile tea because 'It smells like geese.'

2. Blackbirds chuck chuck-CHUCKing in the dusk.

3. Perfectly ripe avocado pear with Lea and Perrin's.
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Wet Sunday, resting and re-do.

1. We wake to the sound of heavy rain -- just right for a simple Sunday. 2. I put my dough in a bowl to rest, and take a quiet half-hour mys...

  • Bee, green beans and movie night.
    1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
  • Midsummer, feeding and cakes.
    1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
  • As needed, forgotten cake and syrup.
    1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...