Monday, November 25, 2024

Under this roof, saffron and raspberry puree.

1. To hear the wind striking the house broadside but I know I am safe within these walls.

2. Opening the jar of saffron -- the new shoes scent.

3. Raspberry puree drips through a sieve. I can wait: supper is a long way off.

Morning visit, taste in music and reflection.

1. Eating cake, gossiping and stepping Nana through sending a text message.  2. There is really nothing to do but enjoy the irony of a teena...