1. The little seed pods flick off the window in a wave ahead of the wipers.
2. I can’t settle at the computer so I go back upstairs and spin instead. I try out a blue-and-greens merino blend, flecked with strands of white silk: the resultant yarn is beautiful. Like the purple I spun at the start of the year, the blend of shades makes it far richer and more interesting than if it had been dyed a single turquoise.
3. Every now and then the chickens lay an egg that has a soft shell – a rubbery membrane rather than the usual protective covering. They look almost like proper eggshells but when you touch them, it’s like handling a very soft rubber ball, with the additional worry of it bursting runny yolk all over your hands. (John hates them.) They’re not safe to eat so I throw today’s at the hard side of the compost heap: it hits with a pleasantly dull thud.
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