Monday, February 02, 2009

Ice feathers, drop scones and Larkrise.

1. Dry snow flakes chase each other in the eddying east wind.

2. Warm drop scones pile up under a napkin.

3. We are curled up on the sofa -- Larkrise is our one weakness.

Hair, supper and finishing early.

1. His hair today is glossy and clean. It smells faintly of oak moss, and is exactly the same colour as my own. 2. Nick has come home with a...