I arrived home from skating to find a bowl of skinless oranges on the kitchen bench. My beloved and our friend, Roland, had been brewing a beer with orange peel and corriander in it, but what to do with the oranges? Being the ever ingenious domestic mistress, I made orange pudding cakes. We gobbled them up, hot from the oven with an orange glaze and toasted almonds. These were followed up with the baking of orange cupcakes, half of which I packed up for Roland to trek home with.
This little arrangement is freshening up our bathroom in a vintage blue glass bottle, wrapped with a yellow string bow (to match the roses, of course). I picked up the bottle from a collectables and antiques store. The flowers are all from our garden which has gone entirely wild with all the rain and sudden sunshine spurts. Speaking of which, it just started raining again! I guess I won't get the front garden weeded and trimmed today afterall.
(I think) we've finally sent all of our invitations. That is, except for a certain somebody who decided to escape to Hong Kong before we could formally invite them. The reply cards are starting to trickle in. I expect we'll get a rush of them just after the rsvp date.
That is all. xo


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