“These coppers, big and little, these brooms and clouts and brushes, were tools; and with one made, not shoes or cabinet-work, but life itself. One made a climate within a climate; one made the days, — the complexion, the special flavour, the special happiness of each day as it passed; one made life.” –Willa Cather, Shadows on the Rock

homeOne of the things I’ve had the privilege of doing lately is building, incrementally, onto my future nest. It’s mostly little things, mostly gifts, and it’s it treat to see a home emerging, bit by bit. It’s the thing I’ve been yearning to do ever since I realized growing up was inevitable — and even before then, when I painstakingly arranged houses for my small dolls, with tiny copper pans in the kitchen, and cozy beds in the loft . . . .

Now at last, I’ll soon be beginning upon the real thing, making life in four little rooms with crooked floors, a pecan tree outside the front window, and lavender tiles on the kitchen backsplash.

A glorious gift to this small one. She is glad.

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©2015 by Stacy Nott

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