pulling out weeds
a big grin on my face
dirt under my fingernails
a broken boot
good company
freshly brewed coffee
the sound of music in the air
walking barefoot
Almirante Nieto looking down on us
keeping a watchful eye
las Torres rising up behind him
such a beautiful scenery
a dirt-smeared face grinning back at me
ideas for a new make-up line
an innovative compost perfume
I can get you the moon
that’s what she said
singing Fast Car over and over again
wild hares and tame foxes
stopping by to say hello
working hard
something to believe in
a last colourful harvest
putting the shovel away
(nearly) clean hands, heavy heart
To Margo, with love. This is the closest you’ll get to a blog post about you ;).