‘ Winter is not a season, it’s an occupation,’ Sinclair Lewis
The snow arrived this morning. The nights are bright again and the air clean and pale blue.
(Posted 5th May 2010 – written 4th December 2009)
(Based on Nureyev and Margot Fonteyn)
immediacy
in life, in art and in love
purpose in passion
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pearl earrings and satin
leather gloves and love letters
cris
(Indoor Haikus)
shells in a glass jar
picture of girls on a beach
remember the sea.
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a large conger shell
salt on your lips, wind-blown hair
memories that last.
Well I can’t just tempt you with the blueberry crumble as blueberries are out of season now and a whole year away. So what about a fabulous chestnut cake without flour…
This autumn I made the most fabulous blueberry pie. Somehow, the oven had just the right temperature so that the berries didn’t open and lose their juices while baking but burst open in your mouth when eating.