we gather here
The 95-year-old cottage across the road is up for auction. I wandered over there a few weeks ago to inspect the junk pile out front and I accidentally (luckily) got invited inside. Upon entering the kitchen I found my new table, patiently waiting for me. It has the patina of cutlery scratches and teapot burns. It came with a story, a good one, I think.
I lit a beeswax candle for our first meal together. It didn’t take long for Daniel and I to notice the two empty chairs. A bigger table requires a bigger family. There’s two more spaces to fill (but not just yet).
Photos by the ever-lovely luisa who couldn’t quite believe that we drink juice from jam jars.