Soft and subtle

After a draining day of teaching little ones, I soothed myself with a brief but enjoyable fossick among what my inlaws' garden had to offer. I was delighted to spot some familiar plants; I used to have these in my garden in NZ.

A phone call from the teaching agency offering me a three and a half week French teaching position put me in a good mood. It's over an hour each way, and I'll have to leap out of bed at 5:30 am to get there. Oh well, it's money and it's teaching French, so I'll get used to the traffic, I'm sure.

Off to bed for an early one now.

~Barking~