Friday, March 08, 2024

Wallflowers, birdseed and tinkering.

1. I have been waiting since before Christmas, recently without much hope, for my wallflowers to bloom. And now there are bobbly little buds in the rosettes of leaves at the top of the stems.

2. At coffee time, Nick throws a cup of seed out for the birds.

3. Last thing at night I go in to check on Alec and find him tinkering with the poem he is writing for his English homework.

Wet Sunday, resting and re-do.

1. We wake to the sound of heavy rain -- just right for a simple Sunday. 2. I put my dough in a bowl to rest, and take a quiet half-hour mys...