You cannot get more simple than a potato scone. Potato, onion and a little milk fried until the outside is crispy, some would say burnt. Cut in half, a little butter add and enjoy the simplicity. Without this type of simplicity we would gourmet all the time. It would become our commonplace. Should this happen what would we find spectacular, a real treat. This is not to say the potato scone tastes yuk – far from it – just good fill you up food.
A branch, a bird surrounded by blue – simple but what a delight.
Carved birds also delight by the simplicity of the design – sweeping lines and bold blocks of colour
And even simpler with only the crudest of tools used is this bird. From memory I feel they must have carved as in our years on the island so few birds did we see that I believed that they had all gone in the pot for tea.
More beauty in simplicity in tiny perfect flowers.
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