I like it when you meet me early in the morning
in my kitchen
at the high farm table that seats eight if you don’t mind snug elbows and shuffling about
when someone hands the butter over.
There’s a thick blur settled in the room when it’s
this early in the morning
despite the quiet drape of new daylight.
We seem to move and blink slowly
under the remaining haze of sleep.
There’s clutter on the table top.
Odds and ends salvaged from the local antique shops.
Breadcrumbs from the night before.
An orchid. White and swooping.
A pile of stones.
A fleck of soul.
Out the window I see snow has fallen in the night and encrusted the tulip tops in cold white diamond casts.
Pearson and the wind in the wheat.
Abstract expressionists.
An inky black pen.
Goals rising.
Resolve firm.
Lena Rivers.
A plate.
A cup.
Coffee.
Juice.
Sourdough with plum preserves.
Letters from people I’ve never met but know with all my soul.
A letter from you to set the world in motion once again and make everything right.
Everything is going to be right.
Everything is going to be alright.
There’s jam on my fingertips now.
It’s a sticky situation.
My feet are cold.
But the kitchen is so warm.
So warm.
poetry.
all of it.
love.
poetry.
all of it.
love.
poetry.
all of it.
love.
Lovely morning in Plume Gables! Hope your weekend is full of more poetry!
You always make me hungry and thirsty for more:0) Have a wonderful weekend Ms. Plume!!
you spoke what my incapable tongue could not but my heart wanted to…have a lovely day, and everything is going to be alright…no doubt and better yet in spanish, no duda : )
xoxoxoo
Plume,
Is it bizarre that I carry some nostalgia from this blog?! This post reminds me of your day's in the desert…love as always!
-lulu
Beautiful, I love coming to this blog it feels so comfortable. Hope you have a fabulous weekend!
Eve
Plume,
Do you ever listen to Hem? Your pictures and words always make me think of her music and vice versa. Like laying on your back in the middle of a field and soaking it in.
tout ira bien……
How lovely. You are lovely Miss Plume.
p.s. I adore the new header.
the random collections on a breakfast table never sounded as elegant 🙂
morning in the gables looks delightful!
love the doll parts/frozen charlottes on your breakfast table; and the books; and the painting; and the letter…
magic!
love this post! and rainy day one. I had a question- where do you purchase the chains and clasps for your gorgeous necklaces? I have an idea for a necklace, but need a chain.
Apples: Thank you, sweets!
Good Girl: I hope so too! So far I've nabbed a handful of daffodils from a local park and since I'm a romantic, of sorts, I'm going to view my theft as poetic.
Sal: Stop by and we'll quench and satisfy both. XX
MLJ: No duda. Indeed. I love your beautiful self to smithereenies!
Lulu: I don't think that's bizarre at all. In fact I'm glad to hear you say it. xx
Eve: Your comfort is my comfort. You're welcome here always. xx
Emmy: WHEEE!!!!! Checking your recommend out this afternoon! Lovelove.
Kerin: Sending you SO much love.
Cassie: Thank you! So do I! And when it comes to headers I consider myself to be very fickle indeed…
Lynsey: The only thing that could have made it nicer is you. And that's the simple truth. Bless your sweet curls.
Stregata: Thank you dear madam! I'm glad to hear that someone else likes those doll bits and I'm gladder still to hear of their proper name! xx
Heidi: Well, my sweet and lovely silly, I make those chains by hand as well as my clasps so I'm afraid you won't be able to find them anywhere except attached to pendants I have created. 🙂 SMOOCH.
my goodness, how very silly of me indeed. and now i am 10x more super impressed with you then i was before! 🙂
I feel like I am sitting there in your kitchen with you. I love the fact you take the picture and write, so it draws me in adding my own thoughts and images.
Tiffany
Peace, Love and Chocolate
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Heyo!
it made it.
*pats us postal service on the back*
a letter from you.
it was so good to be with you.