While Audrey sleeps I can take in the beauty of this little addition to the dining-room.
When I hold this granite cup, beaten up over years of use, I am transferred back to my childhood. This cup sat at my grandmother's well for all the years I can remember.
My maternal grandmother, Mary on her 90th birthday.
I'm off to cat-sit and then relax on this dull, cold Sunday. Not a bit of sunshine in sight. It's a good day to watch a movie.
Oh, someone's up.
"I spy with my little eye....."
(my grandmother's home burned many years ago. She was at her daughter's at the time. She lost everything in that fire but the granite cup sat at the well and survived.)