Mum’s kitchen.

Mum's kitchen. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Mum's kitchen. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

There is a certain lightness to my Mum’s kitchen.

A stone bench mostly clear but one end piled with the detritus of life.

Keys and bags and a pair of gardening gloves. A recipe stand and a super hero figure and half a loaf of bread all sit proudly waiting for the call.

Dishwasher full or about to be full or needing to be emptied and refilled.

Sink with one last plate and one last teaspoon.

Pantry full.

The light from the many windows hits the table. A chair is pulled out ready for the next person to sit at court.

The wooden floors reflect the potential of the day.

The garden through the windows softens the edges of everything.

Early in the morning, before the family wakes it up and creates a busy happy home of it, the kitchen is light and ready and waiting.

It’s a very nice home to come home to.

Luke

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