From months

JUNE : 3

My house is filled with flowers at the moment. Come and see! “With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, whe could not be happy?” – Oscar Wilde

JUNE : 2

What once was a velvety swirl of beaten eggs, sparkling sugar, soft white flour and melting butter transforms slowly into golden wonders in cake shaped paper houses, rising and forming and rounding all by themselves… Baking is an art.

JUNE : 1

But I will fall asleep in June tonight, afresh in a new month… This is a summer I most certainly do not want to forget.