into the kitchen

I drove my mum down into Connecticut over the weekend to visit with my sister.

We went to the Mark Twain house in Hartford.

It was beautiful and very, very opulent...

He married into money and his wife's family financed

their family home, which they moved into in 1874.

My very favorite part of the entire home was the kitchen

this is often the case when i am touring mansions...

I love the soft wood on the floors and tables and cabinets.

I love the way the sunshine comes through the windows. 

Unfortunately, we were not allowed to photograph inside the home. 

This is a photo I pulled from on line.

~

As lovely as it was to spend time with my sister and our mum

I was never so happy to drive up the causeway and walk into my very own kitchen.

~well....Joe had accidentally locked  the door, and because we took mum's car I didn't have my keys.

And, because he works nights he was asleep when I got home.

So, I  had to bang on the door with my foot, and ring him 87 times on his telephone,

and call him all kinds of a feckin' eejeet before he finally woke up

and opened the darn door~

It is cooler here today and has been raining intermittently so it really feels like Autumn.

I watered the plants

and set the kitchen in order

made some bread

put some lentils and onions on to boil


I suppose I am a bit off track

my mums are planted in a pot set on the kitchen table

and not really in a vase

 But it is Monday....

so, there you go....

"Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. 

Small people always do that, but the really great, 

make you feel that you, too, can become great."

 Mark Twain

making your home sing
in a vase on monday
making it pretty monday