the objects I live with, and the moments I keep returning to. noticing is where every home I shape begins.
a bowl that fits both hands
a scent that carries a memory
a landscape you feel as much as see - Maria Simonds-Gooding
when a hot pot deserves somewhere beautiful to land
beauty where you least expect it
first coffee on the rocks
the books I return to when a room needs less
the Wild Atlantic - week-ends without exception
for the days I need grounding