I sit, I sniffle, I watch the clouds drift by. I hear the gentle whistle of the rainbow lorikeets as they drink the nectar from the delicate, pink camelia flowers.
I snuffle a little more and crochet a few more rounds.
Toby has persuaded me to make him a warm hat, he loves them so. He chose the wool, the most colourful wool and now I crochet him a wonky hat.
The slow cooker is full of minestrone cooking for me, the bread maker is baking for me. I sit, I sniffle with my cold and tired head, I doze off....
I am awakened by the constant buzzing on and off, on and off of a whipper snipper a few doors down. It goes on and on disturbing my beautiful but brief slumber. I wish it would stop...
It has stopped at last and I hear the birds once again and smell a waft of baking bread and a hint of minestrone.
I do love my front porch.
I do love my front porch.
2 comments:
Great choice for hat colours Toby - love your colours too Lisha - Grandma Walker taught me to crochet - she was a master - and I think you should put the recipe for crockpot minestrone on Lisha Cooks. I plan tom ake your cheesy bread sticks to take to the park tomorrow.
xx
We've got one of Grandma Walker's fantastic zig zag Afghan's that she crochet for us, I am determined to crochet one, one day.
As for the minestrone, will try to put the recipe up, enthusiasm for cooking has dwindled a lot lately, but the minestrone was a great idea. It sat there bubbling away all day.
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