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3BT – once our own, the afternoon’s colours, nightmare-inducing

1. It’s still early for Armley and the woods are our own again. I tell Lily about the adventures the cats got up to when they lived here. It feels like a million years ago now. I thought I’d never been able to let it go but it’s been surprisingly easy.

2. The dusky pink blanket on the rich blue sofa. The stove’s orange window. The lilac flowers on her shoe.

3. After a week of fighting it, I eventually give into my growing exhaustion and all over aches. I spend the whole late afternoon/evening reading. Amongst other things, I read John Christopher’s ‘The Death of Grass’ from cover to cover. Like John Wyndham, the UK location makes it feel startlingly real and at one point, I turn to John to report that Leeds has been destroyed by an atomic bomb. “Well then,” he says, “I guess we should stay away from the bottom of the garden.”

3BT – wagging tails, colour level, garlic surprise

30/4/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. Lily and Katherine compete over who is more excited to see the other.

2. The rain tweaks the colour levels, allowing the pink blossom to peek through the curtain of greens.

3. We expect the usual lacklustre raita but find a cool smooth garlicky mayo instead.

3BT – first spring, slick, the answer

21/4/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. (I sort-of mentioned this on Clare’s blog the other week but I’ve not mentioned it here yet so…) Where we lived in Leeds, it was green — the lawns of the park, the trees of the woods leading down to the canal — but north facing houses & gardens meant no flowers, no colour, permanent shade. Here, as I walk along the road, there are cheerful spring flowers, vibrant bedding plants, delicate tree blossoms and surprising wild blooms. The cottages with their cottage gardens, hanging baskets against stained black stone. A single red tulip. Next door’s garden spilling out through their front gates. It feels like the first spring in nearly a decade.

2. The pink meat falls heavily to kiss its own reflection in the glossy marinade.

3. It seems so obvious after we try it – why hide awkwardly in the corner when we can float in the middle of the room?

3BT – halo, trunk, indulgence

20/4/2010 / louisa / 1 Comment

1. The branches practically invisible, the green buds form a lime halo around the trunk.

2. We sit down on a fallen trunk for a kiss. The sunlight dapples the world around us.

3. We nibble the rich dark biscuits in bed before turning to our books.

3BT – smells like a concept, final dress rehearsal, perfect pink

14/4/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. Mia declares that the wild garlic smells “difficult”. She picks leaves throughout our walk though and later, when I’m waiting at the bus stop, I find one she’d hidden in my pocket.

2. I must have a smirk on my face because all the boys leaving hair and make-up tell me to stop laughing at their new orange-tans & slicked over hair. I might be curl-biased but I think the girls’ hair looks great in ringlets.

3. I’m transfixed by how her pumps perfectly match her hoodie – both a lovely dusky purple-pink.

3BT – reds, shower, Carbon’s achievement

12/1/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. Three reds in the pan – both the vermilion peppers and dark maroon kidney beans stand out against the rich tomato sauce.

2. Even though I’m scared of the semi-dark (thanks to a lifetime of why-won’t-the-light-switch-work nightmares), showers without the light on are strangely soothing.

3. Carbon meows excitedly after he returns from a brief, rare excursion to the outside world. He runs between us showing off how cold he is, before settling on a blanket to warm up again.

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