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a kitchen so green that...

...i can’t tell where the outside ends and the inside begins. am i just a little dirtgnome, wandered in off the cobblestones, trying to make a hearty dinner to fill my gnome tum? do i have a gnomewife waiting to join me?

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i love when i wake up in the morning and the first thing i notice is that i can literally *smell* that a window is open somewhere in the house and the day is pouring in.

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can’t wait to pick fresh thyme with my wife from our garden so that we can bake herbed fruit crumble pie and make out with strawberry seeds stuck in our teeth

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small dreams...

A kitchen with a pantry and beautiful shelving system completely curated by me... cashews, coffee grounds, barley, farro, oats... homemade granola, baked with cinnamon apple crisp and honey! Iced tea in a glass pitcher, and all you need is a couple of ice cubes and a slice of fresh lemon to be enjoyed on your patio. To be the witch of my own cottage kitchen one day is all that I am striving for ✨✨✨

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sometimes the only thing left to do is sweep your kitchen with a handcrafted broom, feel the wood working beneath your fingers, send small words of thanks to the selfless twigs and branches that get you through each day.

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the birds are singing their songs - wake up! you walk to your idyllic kitchen with a loose, wool robe draped over your shoulders, your hands eager to warm themselves around a hot mug of tea (splash of cream, as a treat). you put the kettle on the stove and then lean over your kitchen sink, staring out the window at the wildflowers in your yard. you feel at peace in your solitude, and hungry for this day.