my kitchen again

i was going to wax lyrical, but words are falling short. i just love it so. it's magic.

in my kitchen

there is now soup, bread, jam, sunshine, home-made aioli, potato pancakes, smiling children with big eyes, and slightly tired field flowers. the only thing missing from my kitchen, is me.

what big eyes

these children have. and how much they see.

on the return

all right, so i miss it. i miss you guys. i miss bread-making, jam stirring, photographing, putting words together without worrying too much how 'artistic' they are, tomato-soup making, child-hugging, child-sniffing, floor sweeping, nonsense muttering and bathroom tile cleansing. this is not the only space from which i have been absent lately. but it's through here, as always, that i notice my own return.

and it's good...