26th August – Paper Promises

I spent this morning at the kitchen table, cutting scraps of card into triangles. Each one labelled with a swap: rosemary cuttings, wobbling chair, teapot with no lid. It looked a like a village of its own, houses lined up in rows, waiting to be chosen.

It made me smile to think something as simple as paper might keep the whole garden swap from chaos. Stanley will probably call it “too fussy,” but there’s something calming about lists.

When I looked up, FBW was walking past my hedge, scarf trailing, eyes sharp as a magpie. She didn’t stop, but for some reason, I felt as though I’d been caught rehearsing for something grander.