Pretty pictures

Nothin' much to say this morning, just some pretty pictures to share. I spent yesterday doing more unglamorous finish work in the house-- touching up baseboards, touching up the stairwell, reinstalling toe-kicks, painting the divide between kitchen and dining room-- and though it is very extremely unexciting, it also feels good to be chugging right along.
Partly, I'm not letting myself rest from kitchen progress because I'm wary of the momentum of a "break." It can be so hard to find the momentum of working, but so easy the momentum of resting slips in. And before you know it it's canning season and we're still not finished. See? No rest. Must. Keep. Going.

We have friends coming for the weekend-- old friends who've lived in Canada for six years and are back for the summer-- and it will be so good to see them. So good to scheme up a menu for my First Big Meal Cooked in my New Kitchen (!!!) and to make it happen. I can't tell you how good that kitchen feels, even in its incomplete state, even with things in drawers where they don't belong. It feels fitting-- like it fits the house, and our life, and ME. It's new enough, still, that I walk into it from the garden, or from the rest of the house, and it's like, What Have We Here! This is Pretty! I wonder who's lucky enough to have such a nice kitchen as this! Oh. Me. 
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