Saturday, March 23, 2013

Nappy change, spring is coming and being served.

1. The way Alec always asks me to sing Oh My Darling Clementine when I open up his dirty nappy. It always distracts me from the horror of it all.

2. Swollen red buds on blossom trees.

3. I come down from settling Alec and Nick tells me to sit down while he makes me some supper.

Over the field, the path divides and perished.

1. After the bridge, the hard path cuts across the middle of a grass field spangled with buttercups. 2. The hard path continues left; or the...