Orange
I think it’s rather sad that beautiful things can pass you by so easily. Although I had a country childhood, and my mother was a keen gardener, I grew up not thinking about butterflies very much. I could have named … Continued
Playing dead
It was a brilliantly sunny, though very cold, day, and I knew it was likely that the owls would be flying this afternoon. But still tired after yesterday’s trip to Cardiff, and with a weekend’s Boy-sitting to come, I talked … Continued
Hitchhiker
The Boy Wonder and his mother are visiting R and me for twenty four hours. He arrived with his own vacuum cleaner – a toy Henry that was a very recent gift from one of L’s best friends (and Best … Continued
