The weather yesterday and today has been glorious. No humidity and sunshine, something we certainly don’t take for granted having been through this crazy summer and its crazy weather. We sat out on the porch this morning feeling a cool breeze, listening to the faint ringing of the wind chimes, marveling at how lovely it is.
I also had one of those mornings where I LOVE MY HOUSE. You know those days? When you look at everything and remember the story behind it? When you look at textures and light and items gathered over the years and feel profoundly grateful?
That was and is my morning.
So I circled around and took some pictures. Seeing things through the lens of my camera adds another layer of awareness.
Now that I think on it, these butter pats were from a booth in another antique shop that is run by the same woman who has the booth in my local shop where I found the cubby cabinet.
Sigh of happiness.
I hope all is well with you this Friday morning. Members of the Resistance, we’re seeing cracks in this administration. We’re beginning to see a glimmer of daylight at the end of the tunnel. I’m greatly encouraged. Who knows what might happen today?
Happy Friday.