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We must hunger after the beautiful and the good...

 

Saturday Serendipities

Embroidery. Stitchery, I find, can be a form of sanity. .

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Three jars of flowers all at once! And among them...

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Just budded irises.

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I want to have a cottage in Lark Rise where Queenie keeps bees. Or, I want to be Miss Lane's apprentice at the Post Office in Candleford. If you want the above sentence to make any sense, you ought to foray out in search of the homiest, earth and hearth and fireside and feast miniseries, Lark Rise to Candleford.

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Someday, I am going to have kitchen with a hundred windows letting in the sunlight, and I will have blue and green and turquoisy glass jars like the one above scattered, oh, everywhere, so that the whole room is filled with something like sun through sapphires. I found this at Goodwill for $1.

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And this? Amen.

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Merry weekend to you.

Sarah Clarkson4 Comments