now the days grow lighter, my head is
tied back on, and all seems well.
. small birds .
dark small cloud dropped rain.
still, the small birds sing
.the world turns.
one slip is all, one step too far, the world turns around .
. yes .
did i sit quietly thinking
then place a few
things together?
yes
.teapot.
i don’t use a teapot
but evidently many do,
and cosy up together.
..country living..
we are survived.
light came, we saw the green ness of it all. we live in the country.
. whitehall.
stains the cup if left standing,
remember the hotel, 1964,
we used to scour them especially
round the handle, then the base.
. broken.
breaking cups spilling tea will abuse the hospitality
please come. i have the kettle on. this is not the time
for hostility
.change.
there is nothing quite like changing stuff,
you see he always came on tuesday, but then
we started writing that day, so he will come
on thursday each month.
..happy yellow..
happy yellow
drawn by the name not just the colour
and oh that name come true.steve
is fading now
yet remains as the description