Some people dream of cars.. European vacations and retiring somewhere on the ocean. But in all honesty, I day dream of kitchens.
The edges of my visions become blurred with cafe curtains, ceramic tiles, and Chambers stoves. My kitchen window cracked open to afternoon breezes. The worn kitchen table, sturdy and heavy, with knife carvings from years passed, set with a bowl of fresh cherries and Ruston peaches, and a pot of hot Louisiana chicory coffee centered on a crocheted potholder. It'll be a place of peace. Of conversation. Of gathering and laughter. A sense of home at the beginning and end to every day.
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