we slipped away for a couple of days
to read by an open fire
and walk along a river and some cobbles

it was colder there, wintery
through the fog we saw a mountain on sunset fire
and a rainbow from beginning to end.


a beautiful christmas eve to you,
and day.

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mama bell, papa bell and baby bell
each with a different ring

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the garland in real clay,
now the discs make a gentle sound when they touch each other




my first ceramic class
no chance to go over and perfect,
which was good for me.





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thank you all so much for the warm wishes!

now the elf is busy
making christmas cards .  .    .







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"mummy, can we make my cake look like we bought it from somewhere?"

7  -  the age of reason .  .       .  

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our autumn has been warm and reluctant

still, i seem to have a hard time keeping up with it

every week a new lentil recipe

this one - from Moro - is with cinnamon and allspice, crushed.

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some leftover halloween ghosts

they were lollipops in a previous life .  .    .

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a day not so long ago
(though you've travelled a million footsteps since),
sketching together at the museum.

we miss you tante t . !









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slowly - she's embroidering a blanket for her dolls.



we're stranded at home
with the first cold of the season.

hope you're having a fine weekend.










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autumn in the country .  .    .

and in town it's come with afternoon rain and thunder and fever 
time to close the windows, turn on the lights, make pumpkin soup :)

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september
by the eastern med .  .    .





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white bougainvillea flowers from our garden
paper petals filter the light like tiny shoji screens

hoping for an afternoon at the sea
i wish you a good weekend .  .    .




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k : so how was your day today?

a : * sigh *

apprendre

apprendre

apprendre

break time

apprendre 

apprendre

apprendre

break time

apprendre

apprendre

back to school .  .    .

k is just back from visiting his family in mauritius

winter is coming to an end over there and
the news is bitter,  sweet.
i miss it all!

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and while we were in england
look who hurricane bertha blew our way .  .  .

a friend for a,

a friend for me.

happy days  . .  .

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she's always happy to find
the flowers she pressed the summer before
only we don't always remember what they were . .   .








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back home now
with a head full of memories:
our home, the friends, the family, the forests, the farms
the gardens, the parks, the castles,
the 20 degrees
of england



and you? hope you've been well.

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early saturday morning
tiny flames of light on the water
a quick swim + sandcastle



wishing you a good week *








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