dressed up to see the bamboos. ended up not going, at home with Jean planting some instead.
And so Jean and I spent a whole afternoon and evening together. it’s the small things.
the aftermath of the floods at the res. the waterfalls, the bubbles. a carpet of yellow groundflowers. a small whool kite floating on top of a blade of grass. pink lemonade in a shiraz glass.
the god of small things was kind to us today.