Sunday, April 27, 2014

Pressing buttons, across my lap and polishing.

1. Bettany reaches up to press buttons on the oven.

2. After lunch, to let Alec fall asleep across my lap.

3. To make Bettany laugh by pretending to polish her head with my handkerchief.

Tarry, rolling back and one last taste.

1. Much that I would like to sit and visit for longer packed in with red and crimson cushions and blankets, lit by a bright window and drink...