Composed or candid—it remains the same. I see things a certain way.
Scones.
I hope I wrote down the recipe. Scratched or scribbled someplace—oats and chocolate chip.
Cappuccino.
Our new Sunday morning coffee shop—house—spot.
Sunflower.
I was hesitant over taking this picture. My grandmother's room—in the home.
Figs.
Before the birds get to them—they always get to them.
Sunrise.
I'm drawn to it whenever we travel to the beach—the earlier, the better.
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For your kind words and continued support—thank you.
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What a beautiful post. I remember the first time you made scones and wrote about them. I remember how, years ago, we talked about how your figs were ready far earlier than my figs. I remember us talking about our grandmothers and what they mean to us. Now I've learned about your love of sunrises...
ReplyDeleteI feel like we're old friends now. A nice thought.
DeleteThat coffee looks like it was a good one. Beautiful pictures and a beautiful post. x
ReplyDeleteIt was good, Kath. I was sad to see the bottom of the cup.
Deletecomposed or candid,
ReplyDeleteI love how you see things.
all good thoughts to you--
And to you, nancy.
DeleteAs always, lovely to see little slices of your life.
ReplyDeleteYou all keep me motivated. I am thankful.
DeleteSave those figs!
ReplyDeleteI wish it were easy.
DeleteHello.
ReplyDelete5 very nice things, vital things really. As always a few well chosen words that say so much. Love x
Vital. I like the word. Hoping that you and Luca are well—enjoying all that is vital.
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ReplyDeleteI found your blog by chance and to be honest I couldn`t stop browsing for quite a while. I have been looking for some inspiration and this is the best I have seen recently. The link between your writting which I find very interesting and your pictures is quite unique.
Cheers
michal
Thank you, Michal. What a nice comment!
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