Saturday, March 24, 2012

Dead wood, only just and not hard boiled.

1. To cut the dead wood out from the tree in our front garden to let the light down on to the bulbs planted underneath. The tree looks skinny and self-conscious -- like a newly shorn sheep -- but I'm sure it'll get used to it.

2. I decide that there is time, if I get a wriggle on, to wash the kitchen floor before I collect Alec. As it turns out, only just. But the task is done and the floor looks (and feels to my bare feet) much better.

3. Catching Nick just before he breaks some eggs that he thinks are hard boiled but are in fact raw.

Bud vase, tomato and the poem I needed to hear.

1. Among the faded cut daffodils that I'm putting on the compost heap there is one that will do for another day in a bud vase. 2. For th...