Walking home III

Our tree in the middle of the street.

What an evening! It was an 28C day and it is still warm. The street was full of sweet flower scents. Mr H sat on the front porch and enjoyed doing nothing. That is proper sitting on the porch watching the world go by. I joined him, but had to get up and smell my roses.

A day full of surprise and one of them was arrival of Nigella's new book. During my bus commute I managed to read half of it and to plan that our Christmas will certainly be Nigellissima Italian style.