I've talked about it before, I'll talk about it again. I love home grown, home made, stuff. There is something really special about havesting fruits of your own (or others) labour. And there is nothing like the pride in peoples eyes when I express my appreciation.
Being both Australian and Norwegian (one parent from each country) and growing up in the US, Australia, cousins in Canada, going to IB, uni in Australia, then UK, you can say that my accent is a little bit off. On the same note I have always had the need to be identified as an Aussie when I open my english-speaking mouth.
So. I'm not finished telling you about our trip to Paris. I've already blogged about it here, and here. We had two action-packed days sans one little boy. Missed him though.
Inspired by my new book the other half and I found Le Petit Atelier de Paris. Wow. A sea of clean whiteness. I went crazy. Five vases, one jug and a tea towel later I didn't need to go into another shop in Paris again. Well... I lie. I went into a few other shops, but none as nice as this one. Thank you Pia.
Already had my second trip down south this summer, and I'm sure there will be more. So much to smell, see and feel (including mozzie bites and ticks...). Although I'm not always that good at letting go of thoughts about home (especially now as we are working on our kitchen) I've managed to have complete moments of summer and nature blissfullness. It's almost a religious experience, and I find that when I have my camera with me it is even easier to notice things. Weird, but it's like I have more focus.
These pictures are from my best friends cabin. Her father is quite the gardener, and as I'm quite the foodie it is a great combination. So last weekend we came over for a barbie, and we threw together a salad of whatever was fresh in the veggie patch. Red, white and purple potatoes got pulled out of the earth. And for dessert: Freshly picked raspberries. Heaven.
And if we're out of food we go fishing. The crabs are beautiful!
There was chocolate from the 1920's (I wonder how that tastes), vintage Tour Eiffels, plastic jewellery from the 70's.
We stayed in Montmatre, and it wasn't as touristy as I feared. More like I could see Amelie round every corner. And I totally luuuurve the Montmatre cemetary. I love cemetaries in general though.
Full of all the flowes you can imagine. Starts with daffs in spring, then tulips, then peonies, then lilies...
And it continues well into september.
I especially love his dahlias. They are colourful, wonderful, and remind me of when we moved into our house. We had vases full og them for our housewarming.
Every time I visit I can pick myself a beautiful bunch of whatever colours I like. I love the feel of the warm soil between my toes.
And come late summer I get fresh potatoes. And basil.