No words today; just memories of the whimsy, the wildlings, the wonders, and the worries which have been at my table this spring.
silkannthreades
about the little things in life
No words today; just memories of the whimsy, the wildlings, the wonders, and the worries which have been at my table this spring.
Wow, my friend. Your table always comforts and cheers me. And what a stunning talent for arranging flowers. Thanks for this, as I listen to the music too.
If only you could bring some soup and we could sit at the table and give thanks. 🙂