Domestic Interlude

We spent the weekend at home, but not at leisure, Getting Things Done. The seasons are changing – buds on trees, lengthening evenings and brighter mornings. Unseasonably warm sunshine flooded into kitchen through the glass door from the walled garden, throwing my work into sharp relief as I sat painting roses in pairs, crossed: metallic gold on red paper (frontispieces for wedding invitations). In front of the glass door leading into the walled garden, Miss C sat and practiced on her guitar. We took a break together, and circled the tiles in synchrony; sublime music, tangos and waltzes.