There’s something about me and terracota pots :) I like them so much and I would want to buy many, definitely too many to put for our tiny balcony. Well, there would be some place to stack them, but I definitely couldn’t grow all the plants I wanted in them.
So, now, anytime we go to check a potentially new apartment or a house I always look for places to put my (non existent) terracotta pots and build imaginary scenes of herbs and other plants filled terracotta pots with wooden chairs and glasses of red wine on the table. It is almost like I could smell the air, filled with the mixture of Mediterranian herbs and pines in hot summer evenings. If there isn’t at least one suitable position to ignite my terracotta pots imagination there’s not much chance for me to like the place.
Until we find something appropriate to fit my terracotta pots expectations (and also other very important things, like books, children-room, grill, etc) I enjoy these in the nearest park:
Flowers in terracotta pots
Herbs in terracotta pots
Apparently, it’s not just me who has a thing for terracotta pots. Even Bridget Jones wrote:
“… than can be a freelance in home office, typing on roof terrace with herbs in terracotta pots!”
There you go. Is there anybody out there who doesn’t like them? Frankly, I don’t think so.
Last week was total crap.
I was at home, sick and hoping I would get better very soon. “Very soon” for me translates into – NOW! My hoping didn’t do any miracles and just today, finally, after five long days I am feeling better.
This means we could go out together to do our usual Saturday circle. First to the market to buy veggies and deliciously smelling sweet peaches, than a coffe, than home to cook lunch and a long playful afternoon in the park afterwards.
As Tamara goes to sleep very early we decided to have a peaceful, very simple meal – one that reminds us of Turkey and how much we would like to travel there.
Here it is: tomatoes with olive oil, hummus, black olives and white cheese. And of course delicious white bread.
Turkish dinner in Slovenia
As I was home sick, I was able to do some more knitting than usual and I am happy to report that Cherry lacks ‘just’ sleeves, which are luckily very short. I’ll go work on those now.
A while ago I promised a photo of Tamara wearing the pink hat. Here is she, taken on one of our strolls through the park:
Tamara wearing a pink hat
