A spoonful of welcome.
I was at work, and Dylan sent a message that a package had arrived. I was baffled. I asked him to open it. The bafflement continued. When I got home, although the spoon delighted me, the note with it would not get through to my tired eyes. Not until the next day, with a strong light, was I able to read the writing, and remember.
Flask had mentioned sending me something. Well, much as I resist general gifts, I love real gifts. When someone has just the right thing for you. Or when I have found something that clearly belongs with someone I know, which is best of all.
So with gratitude, delayed a few days as I struggled to extricate myself from the thick tar of the past week, please meet the spoon. Hand carved from an apple tree, with a story to tell.
Thank you. It's perfectly wonderful, arrived at just the right time.
9 comments:
Spoon.
You have a beautiful 'nesting' of spoons, there, Zhoen.
beauty
Crow,
Yes, sounds like the proper collective noun.
gz,
Feels lovely, too. Very smooth and pleasing.
Spooning. One of my favorite terms. (From my distant past.)
Cat,
Shine on, harvest moon...
That's been carved from a beautiful piece of wood . Too nice to bury in the kitchen drawer .
S&S
I completely agree.
sorry about the handwriting.
that was even a good day.
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