a sofa stripped naked despite sticky fingers and jumping toes still on the loose  |  an imd (instant mood doll) to comfort difficult moments of the day  |  paper-like squash flowers from the garden,  to be stuffed with anchovy + halloumi, then deep-fried. or filled with rice ?  |  a quick gift tag with card (6cm x 6cm) / washi tape / linen string








bits of our yesterday .   .     .
.

the garden, the fading lavender
that a. just can't leave outside .    .       .

.

feeling euphorically small yet grown up under the eucalyptus trees








:

an afternoon's cycling in the riverside park .  .   .






.

the first cherries

                                      +

her ripened strawberry crop
she was so excited to plant them
but now they are ready she
seems to have lost interest .







no matter; summer is blushing,
inching closer .  .  .





.

my little sister
been + gone

it's always like that
with our big age gap
we've rarely coincided

and i always resent the
silence she leaves behind
but all there is every time
is to make peace with it again

:

:

+  until she builds a cyber space of her own

i'm pinching some of her latest hometown photos  .    .     .

.

me, on the one hand, trying to put some order in the house  .    .    .

her, on the other, imagining to be a fairy princess
whose job is to sprinkle everything with fairy dust

+  so our house is awash with glitter   .     .
                                                                .

                                                                .

                                                                .

                                                                .


i have a feeling this little misunderstanding
of ours is here to stay for a while      .     .

                                                                .

                                                                .

                                                                .

                                                                .        

still
the shapes + colours
of our afternoons  .    .    .

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