Dirt & I. Standing in the nursery today, when the air shimmered with the promise of rain, and a gust of wind brought with it a shower of leaves and droplets. He’s repotting the little purple flowers now and I’m stooping over watching as he pours the woodshavings first and then the rich dark soil and his hands are covered with dirt and I can smell it- clean and moist and full of promising goodness. Mummy’s little car was a bit of a greenhouse for a while- the morning glories we bought on impulse were so tall they were cramped by the ceiling! I can’t wait for them to creep up our little fence in a cascade of delicate blue and purple trumpets.
December 18, 2006...4:54 am
Strange Bedfellows
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