It's the simplest of things that can bring joy. The sun finally showing through. A fruit tree coming into bloom. A memory from a younger spring.
The simplest of objects can give me a lift too, such as an old wire basket like this one. It's meant for lifting fruit jars from the canning pot when they are done with their boiling water bath. One of the distant pleasures of my life is the sound of jar lids popping from the vacuum created when they finally cool off, and the sight of rows of canned peaches on the shelf after a long days work.
My own equipment disappeared somewhere along the way of the transitions of life. And it's not likely that I will use this rack much the way I once might. (My mother used one to sterilize baby bottles and formula back in the day.)
But it makes a nice basket for stowing and carrying. Dishtowels by the sink, perhaps. To fetch items back and forth from the patio. Or to display a flower pot.
A jumble of objects from a lifetime ago look cheery piled together in it. Especially if they're white.
For me, the simplicity of white is one of the most enjoyable things of all. . . .
Happy White Wednesday to you!
Jacqueline & Co.
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