I am a clutter magnet. A pleasing arrangement of my own ‘stuff’ leaves me content, even better if the collection is made up of small offerings from friends. Every day I look upon our kitchen ‘altar’ and see a pious nun from Bernie — given to me in a time of turmoil — a sculpted bottle-opener bird from Sarah, the brass handle from a garden hose excavated from Harry’s belongings, a squirt bottle Mary from Dorit, glass bubble vases from Charlotte (filled with 50th birthday rosemary — now taking root!) and an angel postcard, so long ago mailed to me from big sister Carrie. Smooth rocks and geodes found along the way ... all remind me of life’s happy little moments.
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