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by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft Sunday walk #sunday #winter #perthisok #grateful Yesterday morning, David was working, so it was just the two of us at the market. I had the list. Anya had the job. “Six potatoes, please.” Off she went. Back she came, a brown paper bag swinging in her hand, slightly out of breath, entirely pleased with herself. “What’s next, Mummy?” Broccolini. Aubergines. Tomatoes — and she is very particular about the tomatoes, pressing them gently the way she has s

by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft #childhood #happy #sunrise #grateful #Sundaywalk Last Sunday on our walk, Anya spotted a dandelion at the edge of the path. She stopped mid-sentence – she'd been telling me something very important about a cartoon, the details of which I was doing my best to follow – and crouched down to examine it. A perfect one. Fully gone to seed, white and round and waiting. She picked it very carefully, the way you pick something that matters. Then she looked u