How to Bake an Apple StrudelFetch the flour jar
from the cupboard
and an egg
from your larder
Ask George Clooneyto brew a cup of that
famous coffee with crema
Sip itslowly
Then, take a strolldown the village lane
all the wayto the river
and backhome again.
Blow the Begonia blossomsfloating in the village fountain
a kiss!
Back home,take that empty coffee cup
and go hide itin the lavender.
How to Bake an Apple Strudel
in Provence
to be continued!
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Images and Text
12 August 2010
© by Merisi
LOL! That's really runcible!
ReplyDeleteI am awaiting part two with great curiosity!
ReplyDeletebeautiful post, great colors - just love the blue of the coffee cup! have a great weekend!!
ReplyDeletepart two please!!!
ReplyDeleteWonderful whimsy!
ReplyDeletegood grief!
ReplyDeletehow did you know?
i hide
ALL my dirty teacups
in the lavender!
:-)
{{ wonderful
light-catching shots
of T in C
in the window, BTW }}
Love it :)
ReplyDeleteYou choose a perfect blue cup!
ReplyDeleteThis made me smile :)
ReplyDeleteStunning photos. I have just traveled though yours and I am so taken with the way you see LIFE.
ReplyDeleteHow do you take so many perfect photos???
PHOTOWANNABE:
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sue, you are very generous!
Generally, I like to find the beauty in the everyday.
There is so much more than I could ever try to hold on to and capture. I try to learn with every picture I take. Looking at it critically, studying how I could have gotten more out of it, where I failed, where I can't see what I "saw" when I was compelled to take the picture.
I work compulsively, I feel as if I were missing a leg when i cannot capture what I see - in Kierkegaard's sense who noted how we cannot see into another person's soul, not see when that person has lost herself, unlike a missing limb, which gets noticed right away. It may well be a manic obsessiveness, who knows, I only know that I cannot help it.