What colour is autumn? It’s often depicted in burnt orange, leaves tumbling crisp underfoot onto waiting pavements, bursting brambles growing wild in the woods staining fingers and lips a plummy purple. It’s a flickering red brown flame from a candle lit to ward off the ever longer nights, thick with grey clouds, flecks of silvery…
I didn’t mean for it to snow in September. I wasn’t wishing away the last of summer, with its pink wine and ripe raspberries for picking, the grassy scent of a freshly mown park and the dull screech of bike tyres as teenagers scavenged for Pokemon. No, I wasn’t ready yet the skies were getting…
If my hands, stained reddish purple from pitting cherries and streaked with Swiss meringue buttercream appear shaky, it is because I don’t own a tripod. As I picked up each one of these almond rice flour cupcakes and smeared vanilla cherry buttercream on top, I kept an ever watchful eye on my camera, perched precariously…
Baby don’t you cry Gonna make a pie Gonna make a pie with a heart in the middle Baby don’t be blue Gonna make for you Gonna make a pie with a heart in the middle. Gonna be a pie from heaven above Gonna be filled with strawberry love Baby don’t you cry Gonna make…