Saturday, June 01, 2013

Wave, fluff and white on green.

1. To see a familiar husband and father waving as he walks towards us across the park.

2. Nick reports that the floating willow seeds were so numerous up at the cricket ground 'that it was like watching through a snow storm at times'.

3. The drifts of daisies in the grass are like galaxies.

At the gate, invitation and beetroots.

1. I find yet more recycling and squinting in the drizzle, go down to the gate to put it out. Our neighbour is at her gate and we grumble ge...