There’s something very organic and alive about these kitchens — all the green and organised messiness conjures up images of lazy weekends and strong coffee and crinkled oxford shirts, waffles and fresh strawberries and very good conversation . . .
. . . in between that lost pocket of time — the one just as winter is ending and spring has yet to begin — time stands still, and the world holds its breath, waiting, waiting, for green grass and blossoms on trees, for tulips and daffodils and everything in bloom, and when it does finally happen, everything is awash in a hazy, golden light, and the everything comes alive again . . .