Under The Pink, by Tori Amos. Because it’s one of those days, and really, when is Tori ever not right?
Seeing Anna, talking to Anna (orchids from Anna!)
My cuddly babe in her sling
Borders dark chocolate ginger biscuits and ‘collect raindrops’, for lunch
Summer. Yes, I know, not usually a summer girl, but that could maybe just change this year.
My garden, so vibrant and full of flowers.
My street, even on bin day.
‘We try to hold onto the last days of bare arms and legs. Early caches of sunflower seeds stored by eager squirrels sprout a leggy forest hoping for just a little bit more. Just a wee bit more. Don’t go. We only have sixty-four? Eighty-seven? Ninety-four summers if we are lucky. We hold on and take the last quick swim just to say that we did.’ – Nikki McClure, Collect Raindrops.