Wednesday 18th January: 1 to 9, 1 to 9, 1 to 9. Looking for patterns. Always different. My evening Soduko never fails to fascinate.
Thursday 19th January: Shuffle and deal. Sort the cards. *sigh* No bid… again! #Bridge
My small stones from 10th to 21st January:
10th It has a rich red base with black lines forming diamonds, circles, elaborate shapes, each one filled with blue, beige and red. This is the Turkish rug that I never see beneath my feet.
11th A rotund pigeon approaches our tree, thrusts legs forward, leans back on an air current, flaps wings wildly… and he’s landed.
12th I slice the cucumber so thinly the light shines through. My knife slips. I should hide the half slices but where? In my mouth!
13th The car wash guys have raw red hands and yet they chat and laugh as they wring out leathers, spray on soap, hose down suds.
14th A thousand tiny fireflies have been skating all night on our frosted car roof to the tune of The Bolero. I know because I can see the lines their skates have left behind.
15th A line of steam escapes from beneath the saucepan lid and gathers like dewdrops on the cold kitchen window.
16th Yellow tulips dip over the rim of my vase like ballerinas bowing for applause.
17th Pasta bows, soft and shiny, covered with sizzling cheese and spinach for Popeye-style strength. Supper for one. My choice.
18th 1 to 9, 1 to 9, 1 to 9. Looking for patterns. Always different. My evening Soduko never fails to fascinate.
19th Shuffle and deal. Sort the cards. *sigh* No bid… again! #Bridge
20th Two spikey-haired cats miaow at me as if I can stop the rain. Sorry girls.
21st Chocolate ice cream with real chocolate chunks, smooth and crunchy, cold and creamy. The taste lingers :-)