Domestic Paradise

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It is a good day. I've had strawberries  sprinkled with orange blossom water for breakfast, and there is  Formby Asparagus soup simmering on the stove.   I've got a  line of lemon juice bleached tea towels swinging in the breeze, Marthas coffee strudel baking in the oven and joy of joys, there are teeny weeny green strawberries on my plants (Bizarre! Plant and they will come!). My head is buzzing with a hundred and one things I want to do in and around the house and garden, books to read ( "A Solitary Summer" has just landed on my doorstep) books to write, plans for Brocante to make, junk to sell, eyebrows to pluck, purple sprouting brocolli to plant and songs to dance to...

I'm alive with it! But I don't feel like blogging. Some days I  just want to be instead.

If I had a proper job I would call in sick. But I haven't. There's just me, whacking myself with a big stick and creating obligations that only exist in my head. So if it is ok with you I am having a few days off. Days to dream, and plan,  and bring crazy notions into fruition. A chance to hear myself think and fill the freezer with summer soups...

A short holiday in domestic paradise.  

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