I am proud of how my poached eggs came out this morning. Carefully dropped into gently bubbling water. Beautifully pert. Lucky guests.
Lindsey came and picked me up. We spent a happy - was it really three hours? with Mercedes having coffee and catching up. What a lovely way to spend the morning. Three girls together with lots of stories.
This afternoon the garden was deluged.... again. I stayed at my kitchen table working on a commission that is causing my frown lines to deepen.
Another tiny oil painting.
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Tiny Pear in Oil III |
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