Thursday, December 23, 2010

Good neighbour, melting and mince pies.

1. An early-morning scraping noise turns out to be a man with a barrow shovelling grit on our road.

2. Nick goes to the front gate. "I can hear the thaw." He says it's a tick-ticking sound.

3. A dozen mince pies (made by a husband) cooling on the side.

Squashes, garden and finale.

1. We've enjoyed our box of squashes -- large and small, globes, oblates, onions and ribbed, and all the colours between lantern orange ...