I got a surprise when I looked out the kitchen window to see the plum tree blossoms. Weeks and weeks they've been threatening to flower, then boom. Full burst.
Nathan is an extra in his school play, their last two performances were today. Oscar Wilde's An Ideal Husband. He mostly sits around backstage after two short party scenes in which he acts jolly and makes silent conversation. He came home in between performances for food and delighted Eilidh by wearing lipstick. That means you're a girl, she said. No it doesn't, he said. That's terrible logic, Iona said. It's still logic, Eilidh said. Nathan stopped listening. He's learned the stronger he defends himself, the more fun she'll have in provoking him.
I didn't plant broccoli today but I did sit in the sun. I sat in the sun and I read The Brothers Sisters, which was excellent, odd, and impossible to describe. Which is a little bit like my children, when I come to think of it.