In a moment of domestic bliss, I allow the 3 year old to play with my camera in an attempt to get her to stop telling me that she is already dissatisfied with the meal that I have not yet even begun to prepare. Well, that bought me a solid 28 seconds before someone else demanded my attention and as I addressed this new and immediate need, I was captured on film. It's not a particularly flattering photo, yet it connects me with my real life in such a way that it makes me smile every time I look at it. Cast iron in hand, flower in the hair at just the right distance to inhale it's sweetness, apron perched snugly above the bun-oven of years past, tea kettle at the ready, heart and ear poised to take in this new tale of woodland magic or childhood injustice.
So real. So sweet is my little life.
Ha, ha. This was a great post. Doesn't it seem like the demands/injustices occur at a greater intensity when you're trying to cook?
ReplyDeleteThe kitchen is one of those places that seem to vibrate with the stories of every day living, and every crowded corner and neglected bit of produce tells the tale of something more important taking place. Must be why it's my very favorite room :)
ReplyDeleteI can totally relate to this photo and captured moment although you seem much more at ease. I like the sepia affect
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely capture! It's so real Mama ~ I love it.
ReplyDeleteI love this!! And every time I see your kitchen I wish I was there to drink tea with you. *sigh*
ReplyDeleteMe too, Love. Come ahead any ol time.
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