Monday, April 10

We celebrate the final day of the Easter weekend by getting a lot of things done in an apparently lazy way: planning, tickets, tax returns, gardening.

We get the garden furniture out and I walk over to photograph some of the remaining snow. Once again I pretend that it looks like a model of a map.

For the second time this year we will sit and have coffee on the terrace listening to the sounds of birds and the distant thwack of Minna chopping logs.

A bee will fly past and a fly will land on my hand.