Outside in the rock garden I have lavender blooming with
a scent that hugs my soul. A painted face watches from a nearby stone.
There's a chill in the air as the sun prepares to set.
A little painted pitcher sits in front of some blue willow that belonged to my Mother. Tea from the pitcher poured into thimble sized teacups for Tille who's 3 makes us both happy.
It's been a good day here at home.