1. The muted blue-grey of the Crown Prince winter squash, the tan scarring on the side.
2. An assortment of deliveries for me arrives in one go – I come home from the plot to find them piled on the table: a book from France, a history magazine, a tunic with geometric cats on it and a lovely new pair of boots.
3. Most of the times when I check my word count, the result is more than I thought. I don’t get quite as far as I’d like but 4,400 words in a day isn’t bad.
3b. Silliness while John drives home.