It’s a slightly chilly, clear blue autumn morning, the sun only just peeking over the hill. I open the kitchen door to a rush of warm air filled with the scent of last night’s ironing, mounds of rose petals roughly pulled from their stems for drying and a mountain of fennel seed collected in Sunday’s golden light.
I know I missed a week’s worth of posts – sometimes life just gets in the way….I’ll make up for it this week!