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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Doves and Old Lace

 
 White doves and  old lace were not for you.  Your doves were
 
 grey and soft brown.  Found broken under a window
 
 
 
  and brought  to you.  They lived in a
 
box with a threadbare towel thrown over  as a lid. 
 
 
 
 
Then one day the box began spending afternoons on the porch .
  You sat nearby , tea cup at hand.
 
 
 
Eyes on your Zane Grey, the only sound the soft flick of a turned page. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Every afternoon until one day with a flutter of wings the Injured Party flew to join it's cooing friends picking cracked corn out on the long  gravel drive.
 
 
 
You were not a delicate teacup  grandmother.
 
 
 
 
 You  preferred
 
sunflowers and zinnias, to more delicate blooms. 
 
 
 
 And watching dust motes in a sun beam to the sparkle of  exquisite crystal. 
 
 
 
 
 A pinch of salt and box of Old Bay  all the cooking spice you ever needed
 
 
 
I play with pretty things. Arrange and rearrange tea cups and lace. 
 
 
 
 
 I sit among my found vintage  finery like a child playing make believe.
 
 
 
Like the child I was at your feet. Your little magpie picking through shiny objects. I take glitter and glue and turn scraps into pretty baubles. 

 
 
  And houses like the ones we made from boxes and paper grocery sacks. We made villages of houses. A story for each. I laid them out around your chair. I would still lay the world at your feet.


Spring is coming, and I am suddenly impatient to box up the Pink, the Frills, and get my hands in the soil.




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 I step out side with a scoop of cracked corn in hand and listen for the coo of doves.




Please join me at some of the Best Parties Ever.


Teacup Tuesday @ Artful Affirmations


 Tea time Tuesday @ Rose Chintz Cottage 
 
 
 

 Share Your Cup Thursday @ Have a Daily Cup of Mrs. Olsen 
 
 
 

* I saved this template last year and now can't find it online to provide a link back. My apologies.

7 comments:

  1. What a lovely post today. I had to read it twice, I enjoyed it so much!

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  2. Yes! I also had to read it twice it was so pretty.You were speaking of Your Mother in Your delightful post.So pretty.Enjoyed-Denise

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  3. Your post is filled with lovely memories and thank you for sharing them with us. I used to love to make little houses too and paper dolls. I spent hours doing that. Thank you for coming for tea and Happy Spring!

    Blessings,
    Sandi

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  4. An enchanting post filled with such pretty photos ready to welcome Spring this week. So glad you shared the Spring 1889 calendar, too. I collect vintage postcards so Victorian artwork always catches my eye.

    Thanks for leaving the sweet comment on my Barbie post.

    Debra

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  5. I love your teacup and dove tree! So pretty! And how nice to include the pattern. So glad I visited!
    Ruth

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  6. I too love playing house Susan! Who wouldn't want to play with your lovely doves, gorgeous lace, and teacups? So glad you will be sharing this with SYC.
    hugs,
    Jann

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  7. Beautiful post! Thank you so much for sharing with us your sweetest memories. I loved paper dolls when I was a kid...yes, memories you brought to me too! I love all your potos and lovely lace and porcelain. Thanks for coming to visit me. I tried to follow your blog, but it's not going through. I will try later.
    FABBY

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