Simple.
A sink of sudsy dishes.
Some plates, a few bowls, a pie plate, jars, a wooden spoon and a rolling pin.
But from the soapy water,
they speak.
Of the spicy-sweet scent of cinnamon rolls baking early in the morning.
Of two little boys helping roll out sticky dough.
…and using tiny fingers to sneak bits of the sugary filling.
Of fresh eggs, fried and set gently on creamy white plates.
Of leisurely conversation over warm coffee.
Of little boys running in and out from the yard to the house, soaking up the morning sun.
Of calling all to the table filled with tasty goodness, a pitcher of juice and a jar of fresh milk.
Of “Help me cut my eggs, Grandpa?” and “More cimamum rowe, pease?“
A sink full of dirty dishes.
Remnants of a beginning of the week brunch with beloved father- and mother-in-love and my brother.
Washed slowly at noon, a swirling yellow dishcloth.
A smile, remembering.
Where are you finding beauty today?
Share in the unexpected treasures with my sweet friend Emily today.
Love this. :) The best kind of dirty dishes are the ones because family has been there.
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Refressshing glimpse of the real beauty in life:)!
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I love this! Too often we look at the remnants of our daily life as nothing more than messy chaos. This is a great reminder that the chaos and mess in our lives is a blessing and a gift. Thank you! I’m so glad I found your blog at Chatting at the Sky.
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I love the beautiful simplicity of this post. It’s those “little” things that touch my heart and make me smile. :)
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I love this too. What a wonderful perspective.
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I’ve often thought the same sorts of things about my dish pile, too. :)
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oh, i so want to be there…it all sounds so lovely. i’ll even wash the dishes just to get some of those fresh eggs and cinnamon rolls! ;)
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i may never look at my dishes the same way again…
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Beautiful. If only I could see that in my dishes. Maybe now I can. Off to wash them.
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Beautiful! So true. Thank you!
~Jennifer
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Sounds like a great time! Now I’m really hungry for a cinnamon roll though. :)
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I love this!
-Phyllis
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A fresh perspective! And a beautiful one. Makes me look at my own pile of dirty dishes a little differently. Thank you!
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I like to make cinnamon rolls, too. I don’t make them as often as I used to. I’m thinking I will make them again in two weeks when my youngest son visits us from college.
You’re right. A rolling pin can be full of memories.
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awww! Thats just lovely! Thanks for sharing :)
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I love this.
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Simply love the picture. It somehow looks so grand in a picture verses real life. :)
I have to tell you, we’ve been making your baked oatmeal and just love it. Thank you for sharing it.
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I love speaking dishes….my cooking tends to speak to me. :)
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So beautiful–
your heart, and the way you see the world.
I am making that baked oatmeal tomorrow:0
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If only I had that few dishes, I’d be composing poetry! :) I’m loving the leftovers of our day, too, though. We spent the day collecting lilac buds for lilac muffins, lilac sugar and lilac jelly.
The children were so enthusiastic and were way more diligent in collecting lilacs than I expected!
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Oh, this is neat. I like your perspective on the full sink, I want to adopt it (not the full sink, mind you, but the perspective =)
And, oh, that’s super CUTE, I can’t wait till my babies ask for more cimamum rowes with a pease =) I suppose we’ll have to get married, and they’ll have to be born first, but hey, it’s a nice thought =)
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Such a simple, lovely post. Heartwarming…
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