Two kinds of salvia and some oregano snipped on the roof where the tubs are running rampant. Beach basket awaiting an outing. It came from Essouira by the seaside in Morocco.
Breakfast and a jug from where we used to go to the beach when I was six.
Absurd yellow breakfast from the other day (on top of a drawing block).
Lemons for iced tea --the ideal summer drink -- on a napkin again from Maroc.
Same lemons before in a bowl......
which sits near the desk and the chair..... and so it all circles around: the past and the present and the idea of home. And the TV blares something silly about aging skin -- then shows us people in Syria whose homes are blown up -- so the trivial seems sweeter than ever.