18.3.15






































how about ceramics,
my father had said .   .         .




there are freesias in the garden
(k says they're always out around my birthday)
and we saw poppies in the fields,





but 






















we also love the spring of weeds 
the ones we pick near the woods after school
to watch them burst their pods open
right here on our table.










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10 comments:

Patrice A. said...

;^))

beautiful
as
always

x

Amélie said...

dear xenia,

how precious
is he simple beauty of your images and words
white graceful bells
a graceful silver weed

i close my eyes and remember the sweet scent of freesias

happy birthday!

Metaxi Mas said...

I love love love the ceramics you made. Waw!!

Demetris said...

Just beautiful and graceful! I love the little sunshine through the window...

evdokiatsiligiridou said...

beautiful ceramic bells :)

Ariane Reichardt said...

Delicate and delicious, dear Xenia,
the atmosphere here

Happy birthday!

Love
Ariane.

alessandra said...

oh those bells are so lovely Xenia ^.^

justine said...

Stunning!!!!!!

shipbuilding said...

it has been too long between visits
in my absence
i find such beauty and thoughtfulness
the bells, the pots
a's dressing up ; )

your dad was right (as they so often are)

happy birthday to you xx

eau de nil said...

thank you all for the kind words and wishes!
x