I am most at home in my kitchen surrounded by few of Β my most-loved Β and well-used things. Β As soon as I expect company, the tea-kettle and coffee-maker, both gifts from my daughter, are notified. Β As water boils in my ancient copper tea-kettle, I grind coffee beans in the battered coffee-mill. Β Soon tea steeps in the butterfly teapot a sister gave me while I fill my polka-dot chicken creamer and sugar bowl. Β 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. Β The Β 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, Β Friend” like nothing else.
“Come on in and sit awhile.”
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Home Turf.”