Yesterday's wet and windy weather front gave way overnight to a day of sunshine, clouds and mild air. Both of us are well on our way to full recovery now. After breakfast, the usual Monday housework, then completing yesterday's draft Reflection and recording it before making lunch. I found half a packet of a grain last week called Amranth, a kind of Quinoa apparently, mistaken it for millet and put in the wrong storage jar. I scooped out enough of it to serve two and cooked it for lunch to accompany stewed veggies. It turns into a grainy gloopy porridge, absorbing three times its volume of water, giving it an odd texture and similar flavour to quinoa. Fortunately, after lunch, Clare found the grain mixture could be separated with a kitchen sieve we use every day.
Shopping in the afternoon, and a walk in Pontcanna Fields. The first surge of daffodils is turning the verge yellow along the Spine road on the way to the stables, and crocuses are in abundance too, in most spots overwhelming the snowdrops. I hunted for primroses, but found the first few celandines instead. I took a photo of some, and sent it to my cousin Dianne, daughter of my late godmother, Auntie Celandine. Such lovely gentle colours. Spring is nearly here already, weeks early.
I spent the evening after supper working on the rewrite of my grandfather's story, so absorbing that I went to bed later than expected.
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