Wednesday, October 23, 2024

Autumn morning, you can pay and familiar.

1. Low sun pushes through the mist to illuminate the drops on every branch and stem. 

2. I ask Nick to pay for the cakes we've just bought the children because I can't -- my new phone is not set up quite right yet. This draws the attention of a baker passing behind the counter and there is a bit of joshing.

3. I catch this bus once a month -- to notice familiar faces.

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...