A beautiful, warm day ~
Jake back at nursery calmly, though quietly ~
Cotton wool clouds in the sky ~
Bulging fat red tulips ~
Time to use as I wish! ~
A small tree full of thin branches popping with tiny white blooms (not apple blossoms, but tiny tiny flowers) ~
The impending possibility of red sandals and impractical but pretty summer dresses ~
Holby City on catch up ~
Looking for a poem to match the colour of the day, and finding one about war instead, because life’s like that ~
Sharon Olds’ poem, Free Shoes ~
No comments:
Post a Comment