“The bee emerging from deep within the peony departs reluctantly” ~ Matsuo Basho
It is impossible for one to live where I do and not believe in God. Even during months such as this one when forecasts seem to consist entirely of the words “mostly cloudy, scattered showers, and isolated thunderstorms” you realize it serves His purpose.
Beauty abounds, acre by acre. Gifts for the soul.
It’s hard to be as melancholy as the weather when there are fresh cut peonies in the house. Each room is treated to it’s own vase full of farm-fresh flowers.
The peonies are perfection, unmatched in femininity. The subtle fragrance taps you on the shoulder and invites you to dance in daydreams of blue skies and white cotton candy clouds.
This old authentic industrial chair is a new addition to the Fairfield House kitchen. I purchased it locally from someone who didn’t realize what a treasure it is.
I discovered the vintage bottle at Goodwill. It features the name of our town.
Have you been treating your senses to life’s simple pleasures?