This is what a florist does in her spare time. You got it, plays with her camera.
There’s nothing on tv, and I’ve cracked open the Rioja. And today I don’t have to make buttonniere.
Why do restaurants lie? Last night I ordered lemon drizzle cake. What arrived? A steamed lemon pudding. I have a very strong aversion to proper puddings. Thankfully Mrs F was kind enough to swap her cheesecake. So today I made a proper lemon drizzle a la Domestic Goddess. Ever feel cheated?
A little like today’s strawberry/raspberry harvest. Pathetic. But still a thousand percent tastier than the stuff from the supermarket last week. The joys of grow your own.
P.S Do you like the diptych format? Aiming for a dutch still life look.