I started re-reading a book while I ate; Card's Songmaster; I was recommending it on a panel Friday, and realized that I didn't really remember it well enough to know why I was recommending it. After eating, I started cleaning (with the book in my hand, which makes cleaning slower, but more enjoyable); I've been gone for a week, and while Kev kept up with the basics of plant watering and doing dishes, there's quite a lot to be done before the house returns to normal. He did pick herbs, put them in water. The coriander is flowering now; tiny white blooms. I wiped down our wood dining table with an orange-scented oil. Once I finish cleaning the kitchen, I'll repot a few plants, digging my fingers into the soil. Tonight, I'll cook my own curries.
This room smells of curry and roses and orange and jasmine and rain.
I love your floral photographs, Mary Anne.
Glad you like them. 🙂 Feels a bit self-indulgent sometimes, somehow, so it’s nice to know that people do actually enjoy them.
It was good to see you over the weekend. Too bad you couldn’t stay longer, but it seems that the rest of your weekend
has been wonderful, too.