Dinner dishes are gross and insurmountable. But breakfast plates, tackled straight away, are objects to meditate on, and not a chore. Sponging yolky yellow. Drying orange juice glasses with a sunny towel. Wiping down the counters with vinegar and lemon. A light meal of poached egg on toasted bread, a brief repast before the day begins in earnest. Sitting at the country table, standing at the sink. Lavender dish soap, as our morning sun shines in through the windows, incentive for the herbs to grow. I am thankful for all that I have. Amen.
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