Thursday, April 28, 2022

Tiny weeds, fairies and poem.

1. To pull a few tiny weeds from the potato pots.

2. By looking sideways through the back window we can see floating willow fluffs caught on the sunset.

3. There is a lovely poem by Grace Nichols called Granny Granny Please Comb My Hair. The child says that her granny takes her time, while her mummy 'is always in a hurry'. Bettany brings me a comb and asks me to do her hair while she reads it.

Shut in, three quick strokes and event.

1. I'm with the glossy white-haired ladies in hot pink and emerald green and china blue linen waiting for the department store to open i...