Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Shedding a layer, skylarks and herbs.

1. Walking to work and wishing that I hadn't bothered to put on a jacket.

2. Hearing skylarks singing above the office.

3. Cooking with sage from the pot on my balcony.

As needed, forgotten cake and syrup.

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