one hundred and twelve

It's finally dusk. I lectured today. I felt more comfortable telling others about what I do, than actually doing it. Weird. Felt as if I was lying about the whole thing, even though I wasn't.

fortyone

Our greenhouse is an unexpected little piece of heaven. I never thought I'd enjoy it so much. Today I saw how much it reminds me of me. Built out of the old inner windows of the house, it's bits and pieces from the past that come together for a new and different use. Not all is intended to withstand the deteriorating forces of the cold outdoors though, so sometimes you can see new cracks in the surface paint. But it holds together nicely all the same, and is rather cute come to think of it...