Solitude

Solitude.

A feeling that often pops up in my mind,

but never in a bad way.

Being alone in our house always gives me energy.

Peace at heart.

Creating (or cutting) new things.

Expecting my loved ones to come home.

Giving the old apples a new purpose...

making simple applesauce.

Leaving the rain outside.

Ticking against our windows.

Nervosity

to be left outside.

The house fills up with the smell of apples and cinnamon.

My favourite comforting odours.

Especially while enjoying a fruittea and preparing the dough for a tarte tatin. 

Leaving everything at rest for a moment.

Reading the new Kinfolk.

Colours matching with our new souppot.

Simple things always make me the happiest.