17 June 2019

come to the table.

i just want to remember sunday suppers 'round the white birch table. it could be anything, but this day it was: fresh pasta and farmers market vegetables, salted butter and bright lemon, flickering candles, fullest peonies, iron & wine songs i want to live inside, such beautiful hard rain, papa dishing up, our wee prince ever so patiently awaiting his dinner. the ceremony of common days.

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