as always, accompanied with a cup of tea. green, mint, cinnamon. peppermint sticks for stirring. reading. sun and shades playing on the pages, wind moving the branches of the bower. all bright green, dotted with gold and silver. honeysuckle blossoming, mikan blossoming, my faourite band playing on the radio. another cube of brown sugar. dessert. cellphone not ringing, Renji smirking, seeming a tat more mellow than usual. odd. another page, another cup. lovely smell. jasmine? maybe... so countries haven´t always been like this. makes me crave macaroons, dammit. sip. crème dresses, lilies, tulips - ... white tulips would look good by the pond. indeed. ok, this is it. cookbook! aargh.. right, the oven. he´s supposed to fix it. tomorrow. tomorow. i wonder if he´s bringing enough pine cones... tomorrow - sounds like bone marrow.. pphhh thinking funny again. ok, this reading-thing is not working. the flowers are beautiful.
a butterfly lands on the word "syrup".


a honey-coloured hour, v´11 jaan via blogger