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About Me
- un petit morceau
- Corrales, New Mexico, United States
- My mother grew up in Paris, one of 11 children, and had memories of bomb shelters and only flour and water to eat, as well as raucous family meals.[What else could they have been with 11 children?]When she landed in America as a young girl, she paid her way by assisting the dietitian with all the meals at her Ann Arbor, Michigan school.So family tradition,hunger and a decidedly forward thinking school cook all led to food and dinner time being somewhat of an obsession.My mother would always prepare a 2 and sometimes 3 course meal for us.Working beside Mama in the kitchen was a cloth woven with long periods of comfortable silences,confessions,laughing and the intricate ballet required when you have more than one person in a New York City apartment kitchen.What I write here has so much to do with this woman who would literally swoon eating a marron glace. Appreciation, gratitude and wonder.She had those and I hope to share some with you.
Hmm. Widdle bitty flower.
ReplyDeletePowerful little flower.
ReplyDeletePoor baby- is it right on the path. I hope it lasts!
ReplyDeleteWow! A brave flower! :)
ReplyDeleteHave you been taking photographs in my garden? I swear: i'm TRYING to get more than the solitary seed to show its head above soil....
ReplyDeleteA new beginning" life is so precious" take care little flower"
ReplyDeleteSomething from nothing, literally. Poor little thing...
ReplyDeleteLove your hearts so much
ReplyDeleteIt looks like a moon landscape and a "piece of life" on it )))))
ReplyDeleteSo nice ))
This is so pretty :) and calming for some reason. This reminds me of the ending in Slaughterhouse 5 by Kurt Vonnegut. Among so much devastation a single flower can still flourish..Or at least in the book it was bird. I can't wait to get the honor of meeting you in 14 days :)
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