Friday, September 10, 2010

Nattering, in the sun and stained glass.

1. After yoga, the mums-to-be talk. It's not just me.

2. September lunch in the garden: jumper on, jumper off, jumper on, jumper off.

3. The light  passes through the cherries baked into my biscuits and marks red splots on the worksurface.

Waiting in the library, ice and dirty colours.

1. I have to wait in the library for a few minutes and find myself flittering among the shelves snapping pics of books that I might like to ...