Sunday, July 8


up early for breakfast and the morning's jobs 

 so cold that we went back to bed for a cup of tea and to read our way through a basket of children's books

 a walk to the playground, all rugged up but hot by the time we got there

 lunch out in the garden, enjoying the winter sunshine 

 the rest of the day spent gardening

planting fruit trees, perennials, herbs, lavender, wormwood, artichokes, strawberries

i didn't want to stop, i could've stayed out there, gardening, until i could see no more

luckily, dinner was happily cooking itself in the oven, warm and comforting lamb shanks

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