The granite cup

I am anxious to see flowers blooming in the gardens again. Our little town has many amazing gardens in the summer months and daily dog walks give me a chance to enjoy them. It will be awhile before the flowers bloom in Ontario but until then the local flower shops will be kept busy.

While Audrey sleeps I can take in the beauty of this little addition to the dining-room.

When I hold this granite cup, beaten up over years of use, I am transferred back to my childhood. This cup sat at my grandmother's well for all the years I can remember.

It may be 100 years old, for all I know. The cold, clean well water would freshen you up in an instant after playing hard in the fields. It is a treasure,  mostly, because it is all that I have of hers.

  That, and her love of family, sharing tea, baking and cats.

My maternal grandmother, Mary on her 90th birthday.

I'm off to cat-sit and then relax on this dull, cold Sunday. Not a bit of sunshine in sight. It's a good day to watch a movie.

Oh, someone's up.
                                                              "I spy with my little eye....."

Have a good one.

(my grandmother's home burned many years ago. She was at her daughter's at the time. She lost everything in that fire but the granite cup sat at the well and survived.)

hugs, Deb