the sourcerer: Winter solstice.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Winter solstice.

Spent some time with my old friend Chocolate.

The Gateau au Chocolat recipe will be published in my food column at Hy Sê Sy Sê shortly.

Did some sewing.

All the while thinking of this dream I have, the one that's finally coming true. I am moving upstairs to where there's a room tucked into the eaves. With skylights.

Happiness.

❤

The shortest day.

And the longest night.

7 comments:

Adi said...: Yay for you Lily Turner!
where in the blazes did you get the coolest pillow slips in the world?; June 22, 2011 at 10:43 AM
the sourcerer said...: :-)
thanks Adi!
I made them. Mexican tattoo fabric from Hadeda on Dunkley Square.
x; June 22, 2011 at 10:45 AM
Chris said...: wayyyy cool.; June 22, 2011 at 10:46 AM
Karen Bekker said...: Such beautiful pictures Lily! x; June 22, 2011 at 11:33 AM
the sourcerer said...: thanks friends!
xx; June 22, 2011 at 11:47 AM
Marie said...: Skylights? Explain. I love your house.; June 22, 2011 at 6:13 PM
the sourcerer said...: Marie, I'm staying in the same block, but up two floors. much more space, huge bedroom, 2 x dakvensters. one faces signal hill, the other the table.
I am beside myself with excitement!; June 22, 2011 at 6:55 PM

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You could tend a garden at night, only at night, pouring dark water onto leaves, and into the earth, like pouring midnight onto midnight. You could hold your soil-stained hands up to the moon. The stars would gleam on the bottom of the shovel. It would smell the same as a daytime garden - it would smell green, violet, red, white. But come back, in daylight. Come back, to see the colours without closing your eyes.
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You got very hungry when you did not eat enough in Paris because all the bakery shops had such good things in the windows and people ate outside at tables on the sidewalk so that you saw and smelled the food. When you had given up journalism and were writing nothing that anyone in America would buy, explaining at home that you were lunching out with someone, the best place to go was the Luxembourg gardens where you smelled and saw nothing to eat all the way from the Place de l'Observatoire to the rue de Vaugirard. There you could always go into the Luxembourg museum and all the paintings were sharpened and clearer and more beautiful if you were belly-empty, hollow-hungry. I learned to understand Cézanne much better and to see truly how he made landscapes when I was hungry. I used to wonder if he were hungry too when he painted; but I thought possibly it was only that he had forgotten to eat. It was one of those unsound but illuminating thoughts you have when you have been sleepless or hungry. Later I thought that Cézanne was probably hungry in a different way.
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