1. Tilda is strangely clingy, my little shadow all day – rolling on her back catching fingers (usually bathmat behaviour) in the living room, investigating the woodstore when I’m outside, and sitting on my desk cushion (but flinching at every ping while John is changing his guitar strings) in the office. She ends the day in the same way as she begins it: curled up next to me on the sofa, a silky black ball on the colourful blanket.
2. The times when the wood gives way easily under the blade of the axe. I take the best pieces – the ones with the cleanest breaks or the most interesting edges – for more creative uses while the rest fills the kindling bin.
3. The paint looks impossibly inky on the palette but it’s a rich indigo on the page.
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