I always feel welcomed and relaxed when I visit my friend, Ellie.
Her place is an urban cottage. A refuge in the middle of the city.
The objects people surround themselves with in their homes is always interesting to me. I like to hear the stories behind their treasures.
A place to plop down under the skylight window.
Step outside to her sunny yard.
“….Forever is breathing in the sweet of hyacinths and the summer promise of peonies and lavender and thyme. It’s breathing out the aroma of decaying autumn leaves, the knowledge of the pure ice and quiet snow to come…” from Ellie’s poem ‘Forever’.