Whites gathered in a corner by the hearth.
That chippy wood piece is brimming with texture.
Stacked American pottery.
The large piece is an unmarked McCoy
found at a church sale for three dollars.
I bought it and gleefully ran.
Those little marks on the surface of the pot are often
called flea bites and might detract from the value.
I am not selling it any time soon.
I am traveling to our old house today where the Internet
is as slow as the house is old.
For my new followers(bless you), we have a tumble down antebellum home,
in Middle Georgia, that appears seldom on the blog.
I likely will visit friends, get my thirty three hairs cut, and rearrange some dust.
Thank you for you kind comments about the funeral.
Writing alleviates my inner turmoil.
joy and peace