I don't know what excites me more, your autumn leaves or yellow door? I view through tickled twigs and branchy space The passing of each wind scratched face.
As a child my dad cultivated roses. We had a small garden, but the edges of our corner property glowed with colour and fragrance. Yesterday was misty and grey in the capital, but still warm enough to walk in the botanical gardens. Here are two heads who popped out of the grey to say hello.
Justine, our friend and kitty sitter is coming for morning tea. I have no idea what to call these, as I sort of invented them. It is puff pastry filled with dates and almonds. Maybe they should be called Justines?
Meet Tallulah, the "out and about lunching with the girls" cat from the apartment block near by. She is the new office temp. Here she is assisting with my filing and imitating a stamp that I have attached to the computer tower.