My home is filled with memories.
Each place I look I remember.
Recently I sat in this chair for tea and a carrot cupcake.
This chair I found about 35 years ago at an estate sale.
It sat in my garage for years waiting to be rebuilt.
My children borrowed it and their cats tore it further apart,
but still I couldn't get rid of it.
Finally it was refinished and I love sitting there for tea in the morning,
tea in the afternoon with a nap, or late night reading.
There are memories on the wall behind the chair too.
Quilt blocks from a friend and a poster from my uncle.
Oh yes, there are memories in my home.
Sometimes they are very little things too.
The silver timer I found my first trip to Paris.
It came from Fauchon, a lovely upscale shop.
Using it each morning reminds me of special times in Paris.
The little Darjeeling box was given to me with my first
visit to the World Tea Expo in Las Vegas, now quite a few years ago.
Sometimes I keep the tea I make from my own garden in that box now.
Yes, memories surround me.
Does your home hold memories?
Small treasures that remind you of a special moment in time?