My mother's kitchen—
plants are sprouting
kefir is brewing
bread is rising
tea is steeping
Mum sits down with a cup of tea. We talk and talk. She is so endlessly wise, so loving, so effortlessly creative.
Outside, the boys help grandpa tend his little woodland, clearing deadwood, building bonfires, pruning wild apple trees.
|watching grandpa roto-tilling...|
|...turning the wilderness into a garden...|