Saturday 5th February
Day 290
A high wind rackets around the garden this morning. While my husband tackles the green jungle of cuttings in the middle of the lawn, I don rubber gloves and scrub the kitchen skirting boards with Jif and and an old toothbrush. Dear friends are coming to supper. I’m adhering to an ancient Chinese proverb along the lines of -
‘If you want a clean house, invite guests’.
Much spring cleaning and cooking later, they arrive at our front door, laden with a bounty of gifts, including iced Champagne and a packet of rare Rhodochiton seeds to share. Rhodichiton is a glorious climber dripping with purple bell shaped flowers in the summer. We linger on at the table, long after our we finish our plates of upside down pear tart and Seville orange ice cream, talking and talking. Watering the precious seeds of our lives while the candles burn low.
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