reading… The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton, which I am enjoying and kept me distracted from the rolling ferry and my rolling stomach on our windy trip back from Bornholm. I just finished reading The Summer Without Men by Siri Hustvedt, which I LOVED. I normally steer away from books that start with infidelity, but…
A year is a long time and a lot of words… In January I chose BRAVE as my one word for the year. Then I started as I meant to go on, buying a red dress. I committed to a year of simple hospitality and I launched the new design for my blog. In February,…
Yesterday was Winter Solstice, a fact I only remembered late in the day, over dinner, when my mother-in-law mentioned it to someone and my intermediate Danish caught the comment. I had half-thought I would “celebrate” the Solstice this year, in my own way. So my intitial feeling was one of disappointment. I’d missed it. It…
How many years do you need to do something before it becomes tradition? For the second year running, I got out my bowls and scales on a cold winter afternoon. The blue skies of this morning had disappeared behind heavy grey clouds that promise snow and a few light flakes were blowing around outside the…
I hold this wee sleeping boy in my arms while his happy new parents chatter over my head about the birth and the sleepless nights and his little personality. He’s peaceful now, curled into my body, one leg lifted funnily up as if he’s stretching. A winter gift, waited for these past months. I think…
It’s a cold and gloomy day. Your feet have not quite warmed up all day, despite the heating being on, and their being clad in thick wool tights and slippers. You silently curse your bad circulation and take another sip of the nettle tea that is supposed to be packed full of good things to…
