Tag: rain

autumn2

Things that #2… make me long for autumn

The sound of wind through the trees. And of leaves under our boots too. The hidden world behind puddles. Knowing that Christmas is just around. Because, really, the best thing about Christmas is the perfect mix of anticipation and excitement. The rain. And when it stops pouring, the one that comes from trees. Lingering in […]

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for ever

Things that #1… I could fall asleep to

The sound of his voice in my head. And his hands tickling the back of my neck. The lullaby of raindrops crashing on the ground. The purr of a washing machine. Or even better, a never-ending passing train. The kind of silence only snowy streets can offer. The heartbeat of Lukie against mine. The one […]

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vagues

Les vagues

[The waves] I drove along the coast on Sunday. It was raining. Of the fast windscreen wipers kind. And the wind would push waves on the road. I stopped. And my cheeks turned pink. And my glasses got covered in mist. On this little animated gif, they might not look big, but trust me, the […]

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madeleines

Surprise, surprise – Madeleines aux framboises

[Raspberry madeleines] This morning, the sky turned black, of the bruised kind. And then, clouds started to grumble, roar really. For minutes. And before we knew it – {insert French accent here} surprise, surprise {end of French accent} – rain was pouring down in the kitchen window. I had chocolate lava cakes in the oven. […]

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april snow

Through the wrong end of a telescope

I look through the window. And this is all I see. Rain and trees that snow. The very spectacle of April happening before my eyes. But no matter how breathless it makes me feel – every single year – I somehow wish for more. A more I can’t quite define. A more that is so […]

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a cake too

PS. I felt like cake; made one and ate a slice.

A friend, of the dear-to-my-heart kind, made this cake today. A few thousands of kilometres away. And I did too. In ten minutes, from cupboards to oven*. It was eaten on the couch. To the sound of summertime sadness**. And raindrops started hitting the kitchen window. And that cup of coffee was slightly too hot […]

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bordier-butter

On secrets and playing pretend – Hot chocolate tartine

I’ve been grazing at the sky lately. Sure it was from my bed, possibly half-asleep and not-just-half-deaf, but it was during day time. Or so I think. The clock said quarter to three (pm) but the rain made it all so dark it seemed like an hour past my bedtime. Or quarter to three indeed, […]

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