One of my favorite places in my house is our kitchen bar. Every afternoon the sun sets though the window and sprays light into the kitchen and engulfs whatever is sitting on the counter. Sometimes it’s the hot sauce bottle. Other times it’s a glass of water. Whatever it is, it’s lit up and illuminated to its best.
This time it is a vase of dying roses. My oldest daughter, Alix brought these to me for Mother’s Day. They are the first flowers she’s ever bought me. This is the reason they are dying and still sitting on the counter. I’m savoring every minute with these babies. I was lost in them today.