The whole house was covered in
a fine gritty layer of tile dust
when we arrived.
I cleaned one niche
and picked the last remaining flowers
from the garden.
The bottle came in from the garden too.
Work proceeds at a glacial pace.
One day I will tell the story
Lovely to catch up today and view all these images of beauty and serenity. Ahhhh...after writing my second of three grant applications...I needed that. I would have brought home the jug, too.
ReplyDeleteIt'll all come right in the end.....
ReplyDeleteStunning photos, especially that bottom one.
I would like to hear that story, and I like your niche within a niche: small beauty while awaiting encompassing beauty.
ReplyDeleteSo perfect, your garden vase, with the delicate garden flowers speaks to me.
ReplyDeleteAs does your niche.
Waiting for the rest of its story.
xo Jane
Love how the light plays with the lovely flowers. Gorgeous photos!
ReplyDeletebeautiful niche with those shadows. like a film noire/
ReplyDeleteLovely old bottle and loving the shadows on the wall.
ReplyDeletePenny x
There's something quietly autumnal about those shadows...
ReplyDeleteStriking!
ReplyDeleteWell what a poem!
ReplyDeleteThe phrase glacial pace is lovely. As well as being slow it picks up all the detritus in its wake waiting to deposit them somewhere useful.
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