November 11, 2009
The lens cap on my camera is stuck.
November 10, 2009
More pretty flowers
I picked these ones from the scrawny-but-surviving rose bush by the letterbox. I’m having a go at propogation, and the flowers and buds that I took off the stems I will dry for use in Christmas presents (bath bomb decorations, most probably).
Or it could all be an elaborate excuse to take yet more photos of pretty flowers.
November 10, 2009
Some days, all you get is a picture of a sleeping cat
November 9, 2009
Sweet peas
They sit on my bedside table and everytime I turn to my right I catch a few molecules of their glorious scent. The man at the farmers’ market gave them to me for half price because it was the end of the day and they were the last ones. A little wilted, maybe, but I didn’t care. Sometimes I think that there is nothing more joyous in this world than the sight and smell of a beautiful bunch of flowers.
November 7, 2009
It’s been like this all week
A storybook autumn week, really. Wonderful.
When we were playing at the park earlier this week, a boy of 9 or 10 years was lazily swinging and singing Good King Wenceslas (all the verses!) in his lovely boy soprano voice, totally unaware that anyone might be listening. I enjoyed the private concert but it has threw me a bit too far into the future.
We’ve been practicing music for Christmas time at my choir rehearsals too.









