I have found such joy in simple things; a plain clean room, a
nut-brown loaf of bread, a kettle as it sings; a leaf-laced square
along a floor where yellow sunlight glimmers through a door. I have
found such joy in things that fill my quiet days: a curtain's blowing
grace, a potted plant upon my windowsill, a rose fresh-cut and placed
within a vase. A table cleared, a lamp beside a chair, and books I
long have loved beside me there.
~ Grace Noll Crowell ~"
nut-brown loaf of bread, a kettle as it sings; a leaf-laced square
along a floor where yellow sunlight glimmers through a door. I have
found such joy in things that fill my quiet days: a curtain's blowing
grace, a potted plant upon my windowsill, a rose fresh-cut and placed
within a vase. A table cleared, a lamp beside a chair, and books I
long have loved beside me there.
~ Grace Noll Crowell ~"
I have found joy in quietly sipping a cup of tea, of smelling it's essence, taking in the flavors, feeling the warmth, and the pure joy of holding the cup in my hand.
