I fell down the rabbit hole that is owning a puppy.
I have never been here before, it is filled with joyous choral angels and butterflies and you land softly on a bed of cashmere.
There have also been weddings, and a wonderful flower school and parties and some cooking.
I shall attempt to climb out of the hole and bring them to you.
Lately and in no particular order
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You say I'm crazy
'cause you don't think i know what you've done
but when you call me baby
i know I'm not the only one.
There have been two delphinium harvests, the Highlands of Scotland, the wilds of Exmoor and everywhere in between.
Damsons have been turned into ice-cream, ripe tomatoes have dripped down chins, cocktails, coffees.
Flowers, so many flowers.
Hatches, matches and
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The fundamental things apply
as time goes by.
Life has changed, scrolling, swiping, an endless stream of controlled images with the odd butterfly filter to make us seem less rigid. "Look, I'm a real person! I'm just searching for approval behind this golden glow and naive animation"
Broadcasting, a most devout religion
the higher the number the closer to heaven.
Of course it's the parts of life that aren't
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It was one of those days you sometimes get
latish in the autumn when the sun beams, the birds toot, and there is a bracing tang in the air that sends the blood beetling briskly through the veins. (P.G. Wodehouse)
When ex shop display squash are tossed in spices and roasted, flecked with fresh mint, eaten with finger staining segments of pomegranate and too many spoonfuls of tahini. Too many only in respect of the
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