Today was one of those perfect days that should be layered in tissue paper, packed carefully away and saved, to be unwrapped and savored again and again…
small delights… gathered and gleaned during a morning walk… an enchanting glass bottle from the midden heap filled with lily of the valley, a handful of violets, a hawk’s feather, a single mushroom
the pleasure of wearing crisp layers of antique white clothing on a warm spring morning…
Searching for wild violets among the blades of grass.
Listening to water rush and tumble over rocks and pebbles in the tiny brook that runs behind our barns.
Picking the first asparagus of the season from my garden.
Filling the house with tiny bouquets.
Paula Walton's 18th Century Home Journal 