Downsizing, she makes me a present of this beauteous, Staffordshire blue and white cream pitcher.
“You exclaimed to me once how much you loved it,” she sparkles. Then, wistfully, “And I want it to go where it will be cherished.”
I don’t recall the admiring moment she is referring to, but I know it must be so… because there is something like the ocean whisper in a seashell that has called to me in English Blue and white since childhood. Not to the Dutch Delft… which to my eyes is harsher. But to the gentle, graceful cloud-and-sky colors that simply says England, warm-as-tea-cosy, to me.
“Oohhh…,” I can only say, holding it’s lovely roundness in my two palms. “Are you sure?” Meaning… Are you sure you want to part with this? She smiles, covers my hands with hers and nods.
My own eyes brim as I spot telltale trails in her own. This moving and getting rid of things I know she’s treasured, still does, can’t be easy, I know.
In this giving moment, she is sowing a seed of blessing, Lord, I whisper May you bring it back to her one hundredfold.
I pack it gingerly, carefully to carry with me onto the plane home… not risking the suitcase. And now… here it sits, gracing my side table with the love of a friend, aside my small collection of D.E. Stevenson. I think Miss Dorothy Emily of England and Scotland would cherish it there too.
And I am resolving to a new tradition of making room in my weekly budget for a few fresh petals in this gleaming creamer ... because, I tell myself – despite the unexpected bills for things like garage openers that refuse to stay down and plumber calls that must be made and counting pennies out for need and tithe — I want to make space for the homey touches. ..
I find these unique snowy sprigs in water buckets at the market. I don’t know what they are. Their centers resemble miniature calla lilies (if there is such a species!), yet they also look like satiny white roses. Out of the corner of my hearing, I catch the clerk exclaiming to another customer about their beauty. I think I do hear something about calla lily in her words. Holding my breath, I inquire the price for what to my eyes seems so rare.
“Oh, they are only $1.99 per stem!” she answers brightly. And, I can see… ooohhh, luscious amounts of blooms on each stem. A treasure, a mere trifle in the scheme of bills, I avow silently!
His gift, yet another, poured into my palm…
Along with one more splurge. A pretty strawberry pink and white stargazer. Because my blue and white bowl needs a refresh splash of joy too.
Simple beauties for simple pleasures of The Master’s paintbrush.
My camera’s clicking away today, to share them with you here… and I’m carried away as usual. So I have to pare down and choose just a few to scatter, like petals here.
Because… in and among the everyday cost of living, the midst of hustle and bustle… perhaps in place of a coffee splurge or an extra package of cookies to your necessaries… I want to encourage you to choose a bit of fresh bloom to your carts, too. Just for fun. For yourself… maybe to surprise and cheer a friend too…
Maybe its a residual to all these past months of caregiving and stress. And knowing that life for many of us may be cloudy with weary… So, I’m thinking…The desire for homey nestling down… that oh so fallish feeling…it seems to come from the Father’s arms to ours, just awaiting our receiving.
Fragrant is this beauty sending scent throughout my living room right now. And I feel His smile warm as sun slipping in my windows each time I look upon one lovely pitcher holding snowdrops of Love.
What simple Glory have you found winging round you today?
© Pam Depoyan