Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Good memory, flowers and help.

I've got a memory like a sieve, so here's a beautiful thing I should have written about yesterday. On Monday, I talked on the phone with Goddaughter Ellie's  father. He told me that she announced: "I'm a seed" and planted herself under some sofa cushions, asked to be watered and then after a suitable pause, put out a little hand shoot.

1. The delivery man asks how the writing is going -- I'm impressed he remembered.

2. Cutting the wrappings off a bunch of flowers, trimming the stems (the scissors make a juicy snip) and putting them in a glass vase of clean water.

3. There are orange shopping bags everywhere. Without a fuss, Katie packs them away into the larder.

Done, moon and Irish fairy tales.

1. A meeting that is over by 9.30am. 2. A big full moon is stuck on next door's chimney pots. 3. By my bed is a large and comforting boo...