I am most at home in my kitchen surrounded by few of my most-loved and well-used things. As soon as I expect company, the tea-kettle and coffee-maker, both gifts from my daughter, are notified. As water boils in my ancient copper tea-kettle, I grind coffee beans in the battered coffee-mill. Soon tea steeps in the butterfly teapot a sister gave me while I fill my polka-dot chicken creamer and sugar bowl. A plate of cookies, snacks or hot biscuits and a few flowers from my yard brighten the home-crafted drop leaf table my husband built. The tiny table-topper cloth came to me from another sister. Although in the past, I prided myself on newer things, these old favorites warm my heart today and say “Welcome, Friend” like nothing else.
“Come on in and sit awhile.”
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Home Turf.”