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morning has broken (me)

Every (week) night I leave the house tidy, sorted, good to wake up to, calm to the point of Zen (ish) - my brand of Zen...  So it’s good to walk down the stairs to. My alarm goes off at 6.45, and then Read more [...]
i'll have... all of them?

Photo diary – friendship

I've made a new friend. We sit on the swing seat at the bottom of my garden, a bundled up blanket for when the sun sets. We watch the swallows that congregate on the telegraph pole, the blackbirds singing Read more [...]

pasta rocks

My love affair with pasta is a long, long one.  It's cheap, it's ridiculously easy to cook. It fills your belly and works its way north to fill your heart too - you know what I mean, a comfort food supreme. Read more [...]
when you come home and there are roses on your doorstep

photo week: sticking it to the lawn

I have a 200ft garden, it's so beautiful, it's terrifying too, especially when the lawn turns into a meadow and you are way, way too weedy to crank up your petrol mower.   Those things are HORRIBLE, designed Read more [...]