This week I thought I’d write more about the photos, those little details that I might not remember from just the image.
The story of no rain. We have been without rain here in Leeds for about three weeks. Amazingly it was 1976 when this last happened! Watering those plants has to be done.
The story of my dusty floor! But not really. This is the continuous story of how much this fella means to us, how we give him his kong full of treats if we leave him in the house and how he crosses his little paws and cocks his ears. Also of course that I put the big camera on the floor and set the timer to get this photo. Keep trying new things.
The story of my one little word. Practice. I have abandoned this for much of the year. It happens but I picked up the macro lens and tried to practice my skills with it in the bright sunshine.
The story of letting some things go. Sometimes I have a plan of things for us to do when she comes for tea. Most of the time these days she’s not interested and I need to go with that flow. Gav brought out his nano block shuttle model to build and it went down a treat with all of us that afternoon. So chill Mel and ride whatever wave comes along.
The story of a surprise harvest of potatoes. Gav always grows a few in bags for an earlier crop but we have been stricken with blight so didn’t expect many. It was a lovely sight as a good crop of golden spuds fell out of the bag.
The story of family. My great nieces first birthday party. A garden full of people I’ve known for many years and some I hardly know at all. The joy, the laughter.
The story of summer salads and new to us Orzo pasta. The Emma Bridgewater bowl and purple napkins. How I like to cook more in the summer time and eat outside.
And there we go.