Tuesday, 16 June 2015

Transplanting clumps of ornamental grasses, a strangely violent action, I felt like Salome

I held the grasses by the hair and walked across the garden with them.

My mother in law came back from hospital with a blue cross on her head.

My friend has the tiniest, sweetest little pond to dabble my finders in.          (fingers!)

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