i (only) just (now) saw WIM WENDERS’ LAND OF PLENTY. i always forget how strikingly down to earth wenders’ vision is, and how laden with respect his messages are. his films shut me up. that is a good thing.
land of plenty
i (only) just (now) saw WIM WENDERS’ LAND OF PLENTY. i always forget how strikingly down to earth wenders’ vision is, and how laden with respect his messages are. his films shut me up. that is a good thing.
count your chicken
last night, during that sorry excuse of a summer thunder storm, i pulled out the vegetables from the fridge and added a chicken. although silly hot to be putting on an oven, it was all i could do to not slave over a few cooking pots on the stove anyway.
today the pots will be simmering, for more vegetables need to be tampered with and abstination from proper cooking was just a temporary reprieve. but hey! i’m not complaining.
all while inviting up a few more offers for the soon-to-start renovation (to be documented more thoroughy, and that’s a promise), visiting a local recycle shop and crocheting away on a few more squares, i did survive what appears to have been the hottest day of the year. i do not like heat, let me clear that up for you. as for many others, my mind stops being mindful, and my blood seems to thicken up. while that’s just an exaggerated version of my tilted emotion, this chicken casserole works wonders to an overheated body. happily devoured, just as much so chilled or picnic-ied!
have fun preparing the thing (recipe / recept), take her out to the park or garden, and bon appétit! and perhaps throw some water this way?
corner view ≈ summer
time for a little drama, yeah ? musing on such a theme as summer, when temperatures rise well into the 30's (celsius), rita got me thinking! it’s been a while since we pulled on our striped and flowered stockings (hello, bell), but the echo resonates, et la chaleur! ha!
go on, do stretch those hot legs, y baila! who knows, spain daily might be dancing too... or still...
go on, do stretch those hot legs, y baila! who knows, spain daily might be dancing too... or still...
strolling
strolling. strolling. feasting the eye on all that is good, intriguing and old. bell picked up a piece of my longest passion to date : london. thank you for that! I will most certainly never use it but inside a frame.
i fell in roses too,
and then couldn’t get the jug out of my head.
i'm having a decidedly love/hate relationship with it. is it an intended caterpillar jug design or is it a vase concept gone awry? at a certain point boch believed in it. over here only time can tell. sophie today hosts a lot more goodies.