Re-entry into the cold that is Kansas, was softened by the unpacking of bits picked up California, recalling the sound of the ocean while looking at pictures, and putting all treasures on a plate on the table - where they can be stared at and meditated over.
There was also picking out of zinnia seeds to be done, coffee to drink, plants to water, the Sunday paper to read,
and a garland of colorful pom-poms to hang over the table. I tried to resist the purchase, "I have a pom pom maker and could make them myself" I told Pam... "but look how pretty these are" she said. And of course she was right. Plus, when I look at them I recall the fun of our shopping adventure together.
As much as I love Art Retreat, I do also love to come back home. To the ordinary and familiar, and the luxury that was Chris having chili and cornbread ready for supper when I pulled into the garage from the airport.
Love the pom-poms! And it’s always good to come home.
Posted by: Amy in Texas | 01/24/2020 at 08:24 PM