In 2001, my mother gave me one of grandma's old delapidated kitchen chairs. After getting it from the Midwest to Idaho, I set about learning how to re-cane the seat and gave it a fresh coat of wood stain. It's one of those treasures seldom used...but often admired.
Both of these items came in handy today as I set about looking for a still life that had meaning for me. The way the morning light streamed in from the kitchen window onto the old china gave it such a glow, almost as though it was brand new again. With grandma's chair in the background, I couldn't help but remember so many of those summer mornings as we sat down for breakfast. For her, piping hot coffee...for me, fresh orange juice and always always fresh homemade bread slathered with butter and strawberry jam. I so loved breakfast with grandma!