Read between the lines

I should have been studying this weekend. I rotate into a new department at work tomorrow and i've done diddly-squat to prepare.

But how can you stare at a textbook when the sun is belting down outside? The lines start to dance and blur...

So the books stayed closed (except for "Birds, beast and relatives" and a couple of Alice Munro short stories)

Instead i boosted my vitamin D dose with a couple of runs, replenished any lost calories with Bourke Street Bakery and a slice of an amazing cake baked by a lovely friend - a brownie base and a cheesecake top. It blew my mind too.

Precious petals

I feel that my descriptions of flowers as "pretty" terribly inadequate, particullarly after reading this wonderful passage by Gerald Durrell:

"Pale anemones with the tips of their petals dyed red as though they had been sipping wine, pyramid orchids that looked as though they had been made of pink icing, and yellow crocuses so fat, glossy, and waxy-looking you felt they would light like a candle if you set a match to their stamens...the road lined with tall and ancient cypresses, each covered in a layer of white dust, like a hundred dark paint brushes loaded with chalk white."

Birds, Beasts and Relatives