Musings
This morning I crept downstairs. I love these quiet Saturday mornings, putting on the kettle, and scanning over the little tiny bits of things that, I tell myself, will be cleaned up by the end of the day. What IS all this stuff?...bits of onion, paint, pieces of a broken necklace, dog hair and a piece of missed kibble from our visiting pug. My mother in law, a warm and helpful grandmother, has spread the peaches out on the kitchen table to ripen. I put them in a bowl and pou
