slowly life returns

Sunday at home where we make a list of the  ten thousand things yet to be done. But we take a moment to smell the coffee and watch the agapanthas grow. In the plant pots on the right are the bulbs smuggled in from Africa. They will eventually brighten up the courtyard which is still covered in building rubble. The patience required could well fill the universe.

morning at the window

This morning before I hit the road in the direction of school, I thought about Eliot’s poem Morning at the Window. I looked out over my townscape, my new vista. A smile emerged, then hovered all day. 
This evening my morning smile has not vanished as I check the edge of the street, the passers-by, the level of the roofs, a corner of the courtyard below. Another 3 weeks at least before we can inhabit the new space.  How much longer can I wait?

there is hope yet

I came back to considerable progress... some of the plastering has been done inside. I was away for two weeks in sunny Africa and it seems that Manu and his team got some work done while I was away. My other half has exerted himself and built in the electrical plugs I ordered, and in the right places too! If the outside temperatures were not so cold, we could already have slow-cooked pois-chiche at the round table. Alas, there is more cold coming and the heating will not be installed till next winter.

skylights are in