{I've been thinking a lot about this table of mine.
Thinking about all that happens on and around it, and how it truly is a center for our family life.
How the things upon it are so reflective of who and where are at any given moment.
And so, perhaps, I think a photo series was born...}
7.28.12, 6:15 am
We're awake before everyone else, the three of us. While Steve is out feeding the animals, Annabel and I are enjoying a few quiet moments. There are muffins in the oven. On the table is a favorite mug with hot tea, warm oatmeal for the baby girl, flowers from a dear friend, and laundry brought in from the line just before dusk last night, ready for someone to fold today.
In just a while, everyone else will stumble down the stairs and wonder what's for breakfast. We have guests coming to help us with a hefty farm task, and there will be much activity, and lunch to make for a crowd even bigger than my own, and surely negotiating over just who folds that basket of laundry to follow.
But for now, there is this. This moment with my baby girl and our breakfast, and the birds we watch outside the window. Starting this day, at the table.
