As you have noticed, I have been on and off blogging for a while. Mostly off, really. It is not a matter of time. I think I need some distance from what seems like a "to do". There are piles of half written posts and photos that I keep meaning to show you, and thoughts that remain unpublished. And time spent in front of the screen that is not productive in any way. And if I do not have something to say that I can pull myself together and formulate as I want to, I'd better keep silent.
I am therefore going into a voluntary blogging silence. A retreat into living the day.
I want you to know that you are in my heart and prayers.
Thank you for your friendship and all that it means to me.
Monday, 24 May 2010
Monday, 17 May 2010
I have this ritual. Ever since I first read Bella Tuscany,Frances Mayes' first book on the sweet life in Tuscany, I make a point of going through it every year. It is absolutely my favorite book to ring in Spring.
In it, Ms. Mayes describes how she fell in love with and lovingly restored an old farm, Bramasole, in the village of Cortona, Italy.
All this, sprinkled with lovely accounts of life in rural Tuscany.
I just found out that a new book by Frances Mayes, Every Day in Tuscany: Seasons of an Italian Life.
In it, her most recent Tuscan memoire, Mayes conducts readers through the gentle and sometimes violent and disruptive undulations of the seasons from winter to summer in her Tuscan home of Bramasole. Mayes and her husband, Ed, situated themselves even more firmly in Tuscany a few years ago when they discovered a falling-down stone cottage on a rugged slope and restored it as a second home. We follow Mayes as she forages for the prized amarini, cherries the size of five-caret rubies, which are bottled with alcohol and brought out in winter to spoon over polenta cake, pears, blackberries, asparagus, fennel flowers, and figs. We continue on our journey with her as she leads us in search of the great Renaissance artist Luca Signorelli from Cortona, where her new house lies. Mayes's affectionate and warm memoir vividly celebrates the lush abundance and charm of daily life in the Italian countryside.
Ms. Mayes' narrative embraces the season. This is something I find particularly appealing. It makes the book easy to navigate and digest, while it stimulates your energetic appetite for every season's delights. A must read.
Sunday, 16 May 2010
Saturday, 15 May 2010
Wednesday, 12 May 2010
Monday, 10 May 2010
Saturday, 8 May 2010
"I originally thought of photographing my mother’s clothes as a project exclusively for her, to help spark her memories from the past; she had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. The project worked; my mother and I looked together at the photographs I had taken and she would remember parts of her past. In fact, some of the titles of these photographs are direct quotes from my mother; “This is the Really Good One” and “We did a Lot of Dancing”.
My Mother's Clothes via Paris Breakfasts. Read the Paris Breakfasts post on the book here. Ms. Barron's website here}
Thursday, 6 May 2010
Why do so many people want to document even the tiniest details of their lives? Why go to such great lengths to capture the right light, the right composition, the right shade?
|Tea for Joy|
Is our world becoming such an ugly, scarey place that we want to save and share the memory of happy, normal days?
|Villa von Krogh|
|Tea for Joy|
Are we opening up our eyes to the tiniest details and gifts of the ordinary that seems to slip like sand, like a ray of light?
Tuesday, 4 May 2010
Dear Dahlia stationery for quite some time in my personal correspondance. I liked the simple yet elegant feel and the lovely paper quality. Dear Dahlia is now closing down and offers its products at -60%. It is a great place to stock up on "social stationery" in great prices.
there are so many tictoc
clocks everywhere telling people
what toctic time it is for
tictic instance five toc minutes toc
past six tic
Spring is not regulated and does
not get out of order nor do
its hands a little jerking move
over numbers slowly
we do not
wind it up it has no weights
springs wheels inside of
its slender self no indeed dear
nothing of the kind.
(So,when kiss Spring comes
we'll kiss each kiss other on kiss the kiss
lips because tic clocks toc don't make
a toctic difference
to kisskiss you and to
From dark to light...May time...optimism for the day...photos via Design Sponge, Oh Joy and Bo with words by e.e.cummings (9).