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This time of year is harvest time. Says of doing w

This time of year is harvest time. Says of doing what needs doing when nature tells you. So I am picking elderberries. My fingers are sticky and black from stripping the berries of the twigs. And all of it is beautiful. The bunches where birds have eaten most already. The big full bunches that breathe abundance. The shimmering berries in the bowl. And the maze of red twigs that I am left with. The chickens eat what falls on the ground. And though I am often overwhelmed by all that august asks ( picking fruit, weeding, harvesting, but also preparing for return to client work, study and two exhibitions), right now I am happy. I brought the berries in just before the rain which now trickles on the roof. August kind of content.

Pesto of carrot leaves. @kokenmetkarin taught me t

Pesto of carrot leaves. @kokenmetkarin taught me that last year. It’s here to stay. So yummy.

Flowers make me happy. But they’re better on the

Flowers make me happy. But they’re better on the plant, Marc always says. And store bought flowers are mostly toxic. But these organic flowers by @florentien.biobloemen make me happy! Thank you Jantien!

Finally the jam season has started. We had to shar

Finally the jam season has started. We had to share our red currants with the blackbirds. But these blackcurrants were picked by a friend. Jam making for me is a remedy against all ailments of the soul. It’s just joyful. Even when I only eat it once a week.

Visiting an old retreat house today. Discovering t

Visiting an old retreat house today. Discovering that women religious have lots to teach us about female leadership. And having the privilege to look behind the scenes in an amazing restoration project. Grateful for where work brings me and what clients teach me.

Sometimes the colours are unreal. I am on my way f

Sometimes the colours are unreal. I am on my way for work tomorrow but I already miss this view and this light. Precious.

Rainbow with sound and acrobats

Rainbow with sound and acrobats

First time ever. Cherries from our own tree. We pi

First time ever. Cherries from our own tree. We picked what was ripe before todays storm. Happy like a small child.

Midnight. The crows have gone to sleep at last. Th

Midnight. The crows have gone to sleep at last. The bats had long since disappeared. Frogs sing their night song. The fire burns. Midsummernight.

Flax. A summer morning. Drought. The finest layer

Flax. A summer morning. Drought. The finest layer of morning mist in the hazy morning sun. Flax makes me happy.

We let the parsnip grow and flower. They are huge

We let the parsnip grow and flower. They are huge and yellow and gorgeous. A little garden jungle.

A story of longing in six chapters. A work about t

A story of longing in six chapters. A work about the liturgy of the hours, het getijdengebed. Last day for it today and the sun adds magic. I am there too. You are welcome.

This used to be just nettles below and brambles up

This used to be just nettles below and brambles up to 4 m tall. Neglected and inaccessible. Now it is our little magic path. Of course there’s still blackberries towards the end. But also a carpet of cow parsley, ground elder, buttercups, wild garlic and dandelion. There’s blackcurrants and rosehip and roses. Trees have space to breathe. I don’t think I sit here nearly often enough. Maybe one morning we turn silent hour in this direction. It’s magical.

The magic of spring food.

The magic of spring food.

Unfolding. You can nearly see the movement in thes

Unfolding. You can nearly see the movement in these leaves. They moved me. Unfolding. Just unfolding while knowing there will be growing and colouring and falling and feeding the earth. And then another leaf will unfold again. A cycle. It’s beautiful.

Installing today at the cemetery in Bilthoven. Ama

Installing today at the cemetery in Bilthoven. Amazing place with birds accompanying you with their song whatever you do. Part of an art route for @dewoudkapel that opens on Friday. This work refers to the liturgy of the hours and is called A story of Longing in Six Chapters

Ancient letters.

Ancient letters.

I love it when they start to jump. This is Maria w

I love it when they start to jump. This is Maria who is practising her moves. There’s eight of them now. The orphans grow very very slowly and don’t get jump. They’re slow in their development. Maybe because they were four. But Maria and her sister jump!

Working in Eenrum church. Carving Seven Last Words

Working in Eenrum church. Carving Seven Last Words. And copying the carvings on paper. Slowly the pews will fill. Today word number two: in paradise.

Roots. Drawing roots means going in, entering the

Roots. Drawing roots means going in, entering the roots, exploring the dark places and the light ones. I love drawing roots.

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