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k. december

And then it was the year's end and they baked bread and ate porridge and reflected that despite its losses it had been a good one. And then they rested.

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j. november

I'm not sure what I was doing in November but I definitely wasn't taking pictures. I think I was dreaming (I'm usually dreaming) and I think I was planning and plotting and wishing for a little shop of my own. A real one, made from bricks and windows and wooden floors, filled by uniquities made by hand, with love. I pressed my nose up against shutters, gazed at phone numbers on 'to let' signs and whispered my dreams to my husband in those quiet moments before the pictures roll. Dreams of flying high.

(do you love my birdy? Isn't she plump and pretty and beautiful? Doesn't she fly so high? She was made by Flora May of Through the Round Window and sent to me in the summer. I'm a little in love with her red baby valentines bird...)

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i. october

Leaves turning. Still dreaming. October.

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h. september

September. September was all about the food. The bread and the pastry and the plums and the chocolate and brocollo and the cinnamon and the nutmeg and the cardamom. It was about creation that looked like destruction and progress that looked like demolition and discoveries of Edwardian treasures brutalised and covered up and hidden away. It was about peeling back and starting afresh. About lunches by the river and friendships starting over. It was about vintage cashmere and maple syrup. It was about life and living. It was September.

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g. august


















un garçon
lapins de bébé
un chat
un vieil appareil photo
un âne
un anniversaire
un cadeau
eau

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g. july

Camping, cake, boats and noses. Water, wishes, summer. Summer in the city with coffee and cupcakes and lazy afternoons in cafes and parks. Summer in the country with trees and hammocks and squirrels red.

I'm sorry for my sudden absence, I have spent the last week bed resting due to physical badness. But now I am almost all better and almost all back. Almost. Things might be a little slow for a little while but one day soon we will be back to posts that are (shhhh sayitveryquietly) regular.

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f. june

And then it was summer and the circus came to town. Love affairs were started, heads fell over heels for goats with floppy ears, pancakes with crispy edges and tiny antique cups filled with the blackest coffee ever seen.  Birthdays were had and birthdays were celebrated with asparagus and moldy cheese and it was summer.

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e. may

And then it was May. And my bunny died too suddenly for words. And it was awful. But also, things bloomed and life blossomed and the light and the sun came out and they bathed my days with warmth and comfort. We celebrated five years together, in the woods, where the wild things grow and where our bunny was laid to rest under an old oak tree in a patch of the stinkiest most wildest garlic ever. And then it was summer.

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d. april



April was a month of waiting for a bad thing to happen, a bad thing happening and trying to make order where it seemed there was none.

April sucked.