annemarie oechslin
small things that made my days ….
this kiwi branch ….or the person willing to accept it as a tree
this chips ….sometimes it actually is nice if the mess is golden
this whites ….a new approach to a strange to me glaze
this soon to be soup ….our one and only pumpkin
this gingerbreads ….and the pleasure of leaving cookie cutters aside
small things that made my days ….
this ink ….new color old pad
this rhubarb strawberry bread ….breakfast-dessert
this aftermath ….because
these tiny little stitches ….re-discovered
these little guys ….perfection
small things that made my days ….
dotted shells ….and the tiniest sunny side ups
braids ….anything that won’t be braided these days
cats ….the latest cheery adition around here
summer ….colorful days to be filled with whatever comes to mind
sun tea ….bottled summer scents
small things that made my days ….
this piece of shell ….and the breeze of sea that comes with it
this cup ….used on repeat
these lemons ….hand picked for a dear friend
these feet ….and the happiness of being in pairs
this cup ….the other one’s match. on repeat, too
small things that made my days….
shared breakfasts – this spot with its morning sun – this almost familiar plate by now – the blues above us and the goldens around us – and the little someone who fell in love with all of it, too
small things that made my days….
chairs ….awaiting an audience
tool ….or jointed bits and pieces
glaze ….big cups for ice and tiny cups for everything in one’s mind
bull ….met en route
tulip ….out growing our smallest vase
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