I love the burnished color of these porcelain bullion cups in the lamp light. But the day itself takes on a patina with the setting of the sun. Don't you think that home means more at night when we're cold and hungry and tired?
It's a decision which to make first: a fire in the hearth, or soup on the stove. But the circle of light on the sideboard stops me in my tracks. Perhaps it's because there's no one else here in the quiet that the shapes and colors of objects stand out more without the distraction.
I thought of making a sort of Flopsy Bunny soup on my drive home. A bit of celery, carrot, and onion sizzling quietly in a glossy bed of olive oil and butter. A cup of rice or pasta from the fridge tossed in, and a nourishing chicken stock. Crusty bread. Switch the lamp for a candle and you almost inhabit another time. . . .
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
Ahhhh, home sweet home . . . .
What's keeping you cozy tonight?
Hope you're snug!