Today began with overnight oats.....
delish...
......followed by a ritual of domestic habit.
Every so often, when the mood strikes, I polish my collection of silver cutlery.
The easiest way to do this is by laying a piece of used foil in a shallow basin after which the offending items are placed. Over this, a cup of boiling water is poured together with 1/2 a cup of white vinegar, 1 tablespoon of bicarbonate soda and 1 tablespoon of salt. Within seconds the transformation appears.
Hope the washing dries today.
The peg?
Why is it of any significance?
Attached to it, are memories of where I found it.
That day , I walked 45 minutes, along the shores, in near total isolation.
The only recent visitors, revealing their prescense that lay on the path before me, were of the long tailed, bouncing variety.
Found laying amongst the mangroves , teaming with subterranean wildlife, , in one of the most beautiful places in the world a defunct blue piece of plastic. A beautiful memory - but sad , yes.
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