I am documenting the year with monthly photographs of my kitchen table. Capturing the jumble that accumulates here, at the heart of the kitchen, is also a way to record some of the domestic stories of our family life.
On the April table there is cherry blossom, picked from the tree in our front garden. This is the one week of the year when the cherry is in bloom, its branches laden down with pink fluff that gradually drops, petal by petal onto the ground below. I can never resist picking a few twigs of blossom, this year popping it into a little milk bottle, although know that it’s futile to hope for the petals to remain for more than a day or so. Still, cherry blossom is pretty, perhaps even at its prettiest, as the petals start to fall in their wabi sabi way.
There’s a little stack of vintage flower pots, bought for pennies from the stall at the Friday market. Our garden is rather neglected, but we always try to plant a few seeds at this time of year. I’ve got plans for sweet peas, a cloud of fragrant flowers to pick when midsummer comes around. Whether or not I succeed, the smallest and I are sure to enjoy the planting of them.
I’m thrilled to have two pieces in the latest issue of gorgeous indie mag, Lionheart. Dreamt up and brought into being by its amazing editor Hels, it’s a whimsical, intelligent and heartfelt lifestyle magazine. I’ve been a reader for quite some time now, and it means a good deal to me to now be a contributor too. This issue’s theme is ‘time’, and pictured are my book reviews with that theme. If you don’t already have a copy of this latest issue, do consider buying one– it’s truly a lovely read, and I’m proud to be included among the pages.
Tea. Always tea. Today it’s in a little blue mug that reads ‘Mama’, one that I bought when my middle boy was a toddler, and that was what he called me. There’s also a stack of wildflower books. I seem to be developing a collection of these- they’re so hard to resist when I spot them in junk shops or second hand books shops, and I just love the illustrations. It’s a wonderful time for wild flowers- the woods are full of blue bells, wood anemones, wild garlic and primroses, even the occasional cowslip and orchid. Along the verges, the cow parsley is poised, days away from opening into clouds of frothy white. Those weeks when the lanes are filled with Queen Anne’s Lace are the days of the countryside year that I love most of all, and I wait impatiently for them to arrive.
White, green, brown and a little pink : The April 2016 table.