There are only so many things I know

Yes, there are only so many things I know.

Making wishes, of the fairylike kind. The taste of his lips; and the feeling in my stomach that it’s all just like a dream.
The smell of fresh yeast when brioche is being made.

The beauty of fireflies around me. Being lost in the fog.

The flavour of roasted rhubarb and melting vanilla ice-cream. Crab hunting on a deserted beach, not unlike a treasure hunt. The smell of rain. And its music too.

The sea-mist that hits our faces.

Holding a piping bag in my hands. The fireworks I felt when he held me close. Dreaming up desserts made of avocado.

For the unknown, I rely on magic and coffee. Oh and spending time with my grand-mother.
The most beautiful person in my world. And she knows it all.

See you in a week or so London.

7 thoughts on “There are only so many things I know

  • Kathleen February 20, 2012 at 4:27 pm

    Ah! So so beautiful! I absolutely love what you’ve written today. I could feel the wind on my face, the visual of the vanilla ice cream melting as I wait in anticipation to put it in my mouth, and of course, of course, the “way that he tastes on my lips”.

    Thank you. Thank you so much for that. Dealing with a broken heart right now and your writings made it just a bit better today.

    Merci Fanny!–

  • February 20, 2012 at 4:30 pm

    I love your words…I love getting glimpses of you life, imagine it as if i was reading the pages of a dear book! Lots of love and light, Fanny!

  • cathy February 20, 2012 at 8:52 pm

    la rochelle! ile de re! looks like you enjoyed your break from london – have a safe trip back

  • Kathleen M. February 21, 2012 at 1:38 am

    What a lovely post. I like how you are in touch with all of your senses and post words and images that convey them so beautifully. I was close to both of my grandmothers. They were such different people and I treasured both of them. I miss them both but still consider them to be touchstones in my life. A grandmother offers acceptance and understanding that really only a grandmother can. Magic as you say.

  • Lucia February 21, 2012 at 1:07 pm

    Fireflies, grandmothers and rain. That is the beauty of life.

  • Steve February 21, 2012 at 9:12 pm

    Nice serie of pictures. Love it

  • Julieta February 25, 2012 at 4:04 am

    Lucky you! Have a great time in London with the people you love. I can´t wait for that so-long-awaited brioche recipe :) Greetings from Mexico.


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