Tea, love, flowers should be handled with care. I spotted this teapot whilst swanning about Paris after the madness of fashion week. It appealed to me because it's painted so that one might dream - tea, colours and enduring love. This morning over tea I suddenly realised that some people lack artistic and human delicacy of feeling in love matters. Off for a walk in the silent countryside, lunch with friends, a photography course and piano evening.
Images: My new lovable hand-painted teapot, the view from our house, flowers from the garden. Flowers tend to fill the room with harmony and reverence. I so love cultivating an intimate relationship with nature. xx