a tiny, suspended vessel for jewellery:
rings inside the bowl,
fine bracelets or necklaces to hang from the little 'horns'.

hoping to get my hands dirty again soon .  .    .



a sandstorm from syria choked the island for three days
and everything was covered in a red blanket of dust

today we can breathe again, open the windows .  .     .



summer was so good to us .  .     .

[ poitou-charentes/france ]


[ mykonos/greece ]

.  .   .  that now we can stare the routine more or less bravely in the face -
though there's a little girl with a knot of butterflies in her stomach;
back to school tomorrow .   .     . 



contemplating the long summer ahead
+  a mobile of clay branches .  .     .

:  i'm sorry i'm not able to be here much these days,
    it's been a busy and difficult time 
    i just hope i don't lose the habit as
    i'm beginning to forget how it's done! (and why .  .   .  )   :



after the thunderstorms
the scorching winds .  .   .


a little girl has joined our family
we don't know her name yet
but we love her, 
our teeny tiny niece/cousin !



                 .     .         .      almost seaside weather   .         .      .     



we're back from england
where we spent 10 days dismantling 
40 years' worth of memories
one of the hardest things to do
in terms of heart, 
especially saying goodbye to an old apple tree in bloom .   .       .



the other day,
a phone portrait - spring at the confectioner's  .  .      .


today, orthodox easter
with a light wind and a scent of citrus blossom



how about ceramics,
my father had said .   .         .

there are freesias in the garden
(k says they're always out around my birthday)
and we saw poppies in the fields,


we also love the spring of weeds 
the ones we pick near the woods after school
to watch them burst their pods open
right here on our table.



tiny unglazed earthenware pinch pots -
i'm loving the feel of moist clay in my palms, between my fingers.



some almond blossom for you as promised,
dear olga

there was pine and cedar and pops of white and pink
as we climbed towards the mountains this weekend

and winter was still clinging on at the top.



as her doll, yuki


miss acacia

carnival transformations   .  .    .    



the snowman's gift, still  .  .     .


a. picked some spring in the park . .    .



a friday afternoon treat:
mediterranean snow

a. had a hard time leaving her snowman behind,
there were lots of cold hugs and frozen kisses  * *    *



intimacy, companionship, consolation
all to be found around a tiny cup of coffee 

and children's laughter momentarily keeping 
the difficult world at bay



a quick new year visit to england
it was happy despite all the odds,
and freezing cold.


today another christmas here at home -
and freezing cold.
now looking forward to some routine .  .    . 

a warm wish for the year to all of you *