Une Envie de Sel

Ah, I have finally reached the Woodstock segment of our trip back East.
This is my mum's house, where we spent four days jam-packed with food, fun, laughter and old friends, all set to the soundtrack of Cole Porter, which my mum had playing pretty much continuously in the kitchen.
The imperturbable froggy in my mum's koi pond.

Emma greeting my husband for the first time (the play structure was loaned by a friend for Q's visit).


Q exploring the back gardens.


Q watches as my mum digs in a bag...
...and comes up with an early round of birthday gifts! Needless to say, the basketball rig was a hit. Just look at her entranced face.
My mum's house is a kind of adventurer's paradise, and a good reflection of the way our family has always lived.
She is a wildlife artists and a world traveler, and everything she touches is beautiful.

For as long as I can remember, she has collected antique pen knives, stones (from the earthly to the sublime), and indian fetishes.
She is also an artful gardener.
Feeding fish.

Emma the Australian shepherd.


Even the food is beautiful at my mum's house.
Some of her work.


Studio.

I'm always sad to leave my mum's space. She has a cool and soothing way with spaces.