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Clutter is a necessary part of the kitchen - well it is in my house anyway!
Clutter and kitchens are made for each other. I have a bunch of raffle tickets on my bench at the moment too.
Your kitchen poetry is lovely...and what a sweet little blue tea for two pot in yesterday's post. I LOVE the ritual of tea....just making a pot calms me down.
Very very pretty. (But where's the Gorgonzola?)
I love your practice skirt.Am wondering if you would care to answer some questions regarding Steiner education.
Sure. My email address is up there in my sidebar if you would like to contact me.Suse
HOUSEWORKYesterdayI beggedHis pardonIn that secretScentedGarden.ButWe both knewWhat was saidCleaned the kitchenAnd made the bed.The bed I madeI slept there too,The linen washedFor comfort true.I dreamedAnd plannedTo stop one day,But that same trueGot in the way.Raffle ticketsPrinted paperFamily photosLater, later,Kitchen counterHearth and homeCareless thankyouTime-rushed poem.Until one morning,On a screen,I saw beyondThe neat and clean.I saw A smiling womanIn a house Beside a tree,KnittingA tiny appleAnd posting itTo me.
Hmm. Your kitchen bench clutter gives poetry? I just get clutter.
I like this kitchen poetry idea... especially when Eleanor's involved. She adds poetic flare to your photos.PS- Do you mind if I take a large bite from one of those apples?
Beautiful.
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Clutter is a necessary part of the kitchen - well it is in my house anyway!
Clutter and kitchens are made for each other. I have a bunch of raffle tickets on my bench at the moment too.
Your kitchen poetry is lovely...and what a sweet little blue tea for two pot in yesterday's post. I LOVE the ritual of tea....just making a pot calms me down.
Very very pretty. (But where's the Gorgonzola?)
I love your practice skirt.
Am wondering if you would care to answer some questions regarding Steiner education.
Sure. My email address is up there in my sidebar if you would like to contact me.
Suse
HOUSEWORK
Yesterday
I begged
His pardon
In that secret
Scented
Garden.
But
We both knew
What was said
Cleaned the kitchen
And made the bed.
The bed I made
I slept there too,
The linen washed
For comfort true.
I dreamed
And planned
To stop one day,
But that same true
Got in the way.
Raffle tickets
Printed paper
Family photos
Later, later,
Kitchen counter
Hearth and home
Careless thankyou
Time-rushed poem.
Until one morning,
On a screen,
I saw beyond
The neat and clean.
I saw
A smiling woman
In a house
Beside a tree,
Knitting
A tiny apple
And posting it
To me.
Hmm. Your kitchen bench clutter gives poetry? I just get clutter.
I like this kitchen poetry idea... especially when Eleanor's involved. She adds poetic flare to your photos.
PS- Do you mind if I take a large bite from one of those apples?
Beautiful.
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