Gathered Whites

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. 

Or ever.

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.

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joy and peace

Olive