The ducklings have been growing faster than our eyes can see. And the weeks too. I think it might be time to resume normal programming, don’t you?
[Always in the snow – Caramelised white chocolate and hazelnut macarons] I’d like to tell you I’ve made macarons today. I had planned to. Really. Last week, we bought mandelmjöl [ground almonds] and florsocker [icing sugar]; mjölkchoklad [milk chocolate] and vispgrädde [whipping cream]. But you see, we’ve been for walks everyday. At times, in the […]
Trying to finish the book keeps me busy. But I have the feeling, someone – not to name anyone, Lukie – is going to keep me even busier. She/he’s the tiniest thing I’ve ever held in my arms and I can’t seem to get enough of her/him*. See you soon. x * don’t judge, it’s […]
[A tree frog] At times, the tiniest things can make our day. Puces des sables [sand fleas] jumping from one castle to another. Clouds made of clay (at Anna-Sarah’s shop where I’m writing from almost daily). A frog found in the leaves of a framboisier. We placed it in a cup, released it by the […]
[Hello August] July felt like a summer storm. Of the quick, unexpected kind. It was beautiful. And much unlike any other July that has crossed my path. The rain, the cold, the golden leaves covering the pavement. Almost a perfect autumn month. With long daylight hours. And the occasional picnic. Yes, in some ways, I […]
[My squirrel] I might have a new friend. Same face. Same place. Just a couple of months later. And yes, just as I did before, I’m writing this from a bed*. Wrapped in a blanket. With an army of medicines on my bedtable. *It seems like whenever I’m ill I have squirrels** on my mind. […]
[Hello April] Last night, I might not have been there when the flap clock on my wall roared and clicked – just like the train-station departures board of my grand-mother’s village – but I could feel that April was around the corner. I’m not going to lie. March went down faster than expected. And with […]
I don’t really know where to start about my – our – recent getaway to Cornwall. I have seen landscapes so beautiful my eyes hurt. I have eaten food so delicious my taste-buds remember. I have driven so much I feel the speed of the motorways at night. It was like a dream. In nothingness. […]