For Christmas my son gave me a black coffee mug. Yes, black, all black, but oh, so smooth. With it came one thin piece of white chalk. I brought the mug to the cottage and every morning I plan to write a word to contemplate as I watch the sunrise. Yesterday it was ‘freedom’, today, ‘simplicity’.
Five days after Christmas, for my birthday, my daughter gave me a cyclamen plant. Good thing it likes lots of sun because it’s on the deck for me to enjoy, yes, as I watch the sunrise.
As you know, I keep things simple up here, carting very little from home besides necessary clothing, and of course, books and food. But these two gifts, these extras—I simply had to bring them along.
Five days after Christmas, for my birthday, my daughter gave me a cyclamen plant. Good thing it likes lots of sun because it’s on the deck for me to enjoy, yes, as I watch the sunrise.
As you know, I keep things simple up here, carting very little from home besides necessary clothing, and of course, books and food. But these two gifts, these extras—I simply had to bring them along.