5th May 2012 Saturday
At the allotment tugging clumps of weeds and grass out of the carpet paths between the beds - sounds like hair being scrunched from a scalp....
A blackbird singing to me out of a cloud of pear blossom while I bend and dig and shake showers of soil from matted hair roots.....
Not saying to my husband Aren’t you planting those tomatoes too close together? - but still thinking it.....making him wrong.....and then forgiving myself.....remembering those words - 'Would you rather be right or happy?'
Loving using my new purchace - a super sharp mandolin ( inspired by watching Rachel Khoo in her little Paris kitchen) - slicing up a salad of slithers - red peppers and carrots, radishes and cucumbers in super quick time.....
Resting my sore back on the sofa, reading the mouthwatering words of Tessa Kiros in her jewel of a recipe book - Falling Cloudberries - wanting to dive into the photos and dip a spoon into her Lemon and Vanilla Jam, fork up some Champagne Risotto.....
And this evening, heart stopped by the sight of next door’s Montana Clematis pouring over our side of the fence like a cascade of gleaming white stars..... and the apple blossom - a canopy of pearly moonlight in the nearly dark garden - shining like hope.....
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