Perfect timing yesterday morning: I caught this gorgeous reflection of the old red glass dish on our kitchen counter. Stunning. I love those moments when everything lines up and something ordinary becomes extraordinary enough for me to notice. And I love that I do notice this tiny step above the mundane, this gift. The little dish itself (it is small, maybe four inches at its base) is special. I rescued it from Dad’s when he was clearing everything out in a frenzy when Sandy came into his life. It was one of the few things that we brought over from England. I remember salted peanuts in it at Christmas. Now I usually use it for my salsa. Yesterday and today were balmy days, like summer and beautifully sunny. Tonight it’s pouring down and we had a short but exciting thunder storm. Rob and I voted (voting day in Canada) then went to Swiss Chalet for dinner where I had the biggest baked potato in the world. Yum. The potato, coupled with the deliciously drippy rain, made me super sleepy so I'm off to bed soon to snuggle down with a good cuppa and an absorbing book and to fall asleep at night (what a treat--I work midnights!) to the comforting sound of rain dripping through the trees. Yaawwwnnnn… Day 263 Sunday morning sun shines through red dish from childhood kitchen stained glass Day 20 of Effy’s blogalong
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Angela F
9/21/2021 02:06:31 am
Sounds like a very nice dinner , and I live that reflection.
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9/21/2021 02:41:00 am
It's these small, beautiful things, like your red bowl and its reflection that really matter: It reminded me of William Carlos Williams poem, The Red Wheelbarrow. Simple and perfectly lovely.
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Susan Renshaw
9/21/2021 06:56:33 am
Love the haiku.
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Gina Maloney
9/22/2021 12:51:19 am
I love reflections of glass... I have blue glass scattered in my house just so I can see it throughout the day reflecting somewhere. It brings me joy. Thank you for giving me the reminder to wander tomorrow and look for them again.
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