Breakfast…And the Little Things
I took a break from blogging, and funny enough, that made me realize the error of my ways. When life gets tough, what I need, maybe more than ever, is to appreciate the little things.
Like getting up in the morning. I’m naturally a sleepyhead, but I do love the romanticism of the early day. Thoreau called it the heroic hour; the idea that I might accomplish great feats in the understated early hours coupled with the soft, slanty light is almost enough to make me want to jump up out of the warm sheets.
Almost. These brightly-hued jam and honey pots might give the extra incentive. Wouldn’t they be lovely on a white kitchen table? Maybe right next to this book.
This book is a conversation in pictures between two friends. The photographs linger on the beautifully quotidian details of getting up and carrying on. I can think of few things as encouraging as that.
And with that, I’m back. But you know, I’m not sure I would have been eager to get back in this space had it not been for all your sweet emails and comments (and mail!). There really is something to this online community, isn’t there? Again, thank you so much.
