Progress hard won, distance gained & ground claimed is sometimes lost.
The warp and weave of time, writing yet another page of
who we were, who we are, who we will become....
are what I've come to refer to as
Each was beautiful in its own way, made of
and the epitomy of gentle womanhood.
pick peas or strawberries she would have a 'hanky'
tucked beneath her dress belt or in her pocket.
I was anxious to carry back to the farmhouse
(even as a wee one I was a saver! lol)
it was easy to misplace and lose small treasures.
beautiful handkerchief, to safe-keep it till our work was complete.
always hers. Crisp, fresh, smelling of line-dried-breeze.
amid peas and berries,weeds, treasures and lace.
the importance of finding joy in small ways, places, moments.
frozen in a digital picture, the emergence of a flower ~ any small
joy becomes a handkerchief happiness to me.
no child can, the depth of contentment each small happiness
(if you'd care to share)
In fact, how about a
'handkerchiefs of happiness bloghop'?!?
love to bake (cooking not so much, lol) I was pleased
with the outcome, loving the way they look!
(and they were quite yummy too) :-)