that honors what it was, something that knows what it means to maintain what the people before you made with care.
The blue plates are still there, chips included.
My husband Thomas and I spend weekends and summers there. We have added a few things. We have replaced what needed replacing.
The cast iron still hangs by size on her hooks, and the spice jars still wear her handwriting, because I have never found a reason to change them and do not expect to find one.
Thomas’s family is a
