After an intense week or more of work during which I managed to ignore the deleterious effects of perspiration for much longer than is either desirable or healthy, I decided yesterday that I had to restore the balance between brain and body, so attacked the less romantic aspects of gardening for which there are no... Continue Reading →
Sunday and everything
I follow the Indian method of washing dishes - under running water. It is considered cleaner. It also helps wash away the tears which I do not shed. Never mind that. It is breakfast time. As predicted - since it happens every day, João says yes enthusiastically when I ask whether, perhaps, she would like... Continue Reading →