after the thunderstorms
the scorching winds .  .   .


a little girl has joined our family
we don't know her name yet
but we love her, 
our teeny tiny niece/cousin !



                 .     .         .      almost seaside weather   .         .      .     



we're back from england
where we spent 10 days dismantling 
40 years' worth of memories
one of the hardest things to do
in terms of heart, 
especially saying goodbye to an old apple tree in bloom .   .       .



the other day,
a phone portrait - spring at the confectioner's  .  .      .


today, orthodox easter
with a light wind and a scent of citrus blossom



how about ceramics,
my father had said .   .         .

there are freesias in the garden
(k says they're always out around my birthday)
and we saw poppies in the fields,


we also love the spring of weeds 
the ones we pick near the woods after school
to watch them burst their pods open
right here on our table.



tiny unglazed earthenware pinch pots -
i'm loving the feel of moist clay in my palms, between my fingers.



some almond blossom for you as promised,
dear olga

there was pine and cedar and pops of white and pink
as we climbed towards the mountains this weekend

and winter was still clinging on at the top.