Saturday, January 09, 2010
The first week of a new year is a quiet one, in which the rhythms of home come to the fore. Last bits of Christmas celebrations are tucked away until December and there is a desire to clean, brighten and make pretty.
After vacuuming today I unfolded a piece of Irish linen, brought from Ireland in the early 1900s by my husband's paternal great-grandparents, spread it on the dining room table and topped it with pots of irises. Interspersed with candles and a pretty pale bird given to me by a dear friend, the flowers will soon add colour to this soft scene.
It was a day for puttering. We got up late and I made a bigger breakfast than usual - poached eggs on sauteed greens with a cheese sauce on top, a slice of ham on the side, and cream scones. I cleaned out the fridge - not my favourite job, but oh how delightful to open it and see it organized and shining. We needed a few groceries and while at the shopping centre, I wandered through a kitchen supply store and a pharmacy, touching, smelling and realizing there was nothing I needed.
Home to put a roast in the oven and to anticipate a quiet evening with the one I love.