Hearts ever

Coffee morning,
biked to work
quick smart legs
and a church clock not yet rung half past eight.

I set my alarm to wake me at five am, but slipped it onto snooze, finally waking at 7.

Vogel,
oat milk.

I made these bouquets today. Do you like them?
I was quite proud. Think I'm getting better at them, but still too slow.
Would like to whip one up,
I love fiddling too much.







This is a bath I found on the street, last month.
Pretty.



This is me.





This ones for Luck (with a capital L).




That was April.
London.


I sit in my white cotton night gown now. On my stool, long and tired.
A day on feet, with head in sky,
flowers and fold away memories.

Scraps.
They make beautiful
Forget - me - nots.

My bed calls, but it is a Friday night.
Morning coffee cup sits by my side,
empty,
I can smell
all the sweet hope, lifting.

I should sleep.

Sleep and read and sigh and smoulder.

Autumn bonfires
soon.