Desperate people leave babies on doorsteps. Some leave friendship hampers or little presents. We found this on our doorstep this morning...
Seeing everything pop up in the garden is inspiring...
The transplanted cherry survived
Life is too short...I'm kicking Piaf into touch. She may have an incredible voice. She may have sung with passion, but the author is just too dry and crams the book with too many facts. It's for anoraks really.
We sang 'Happy Birthday' to Austin this morning.
Juli called me mid-brushstroke and it was good to hear her voice. Martin skyped me mid-brushstroke to say he was off to Paradise (that's nice!) He'll try and find Hanna Middleton Hawkey's final resting place and take a photo for me.
Watched the second Prime Minister's Debate and think Cameron is a bigger gamble than Clegg. Brown was stronger than last week but people should remember that he's had thirteen years and is only just beginning to make promises. I don't trust him, although on the economy he has an authoritative voice.
I know it's strange, but even before I opened my eyes this morning, I mouthed these words..."I've concluded that a painting is completed a long time after it's finished". I then I said..."Or should that be a painting is finished a long time after it's completed?" I think it was on my mind that I still work on paintings long after the paint has dried.
Finally, the fish! Alive and well and thriving on neglect.