This bowl sits on my dresser in the bedroom. It was my father’s, a gift from my sisters and me many, many years ago. I’m sure my mother let us pick it out, hence its charming gaudiness. It sat on his dresser, filled with what-nots, until he passed away.
The sun was streaming through the window this morning, and I love the patterns of the light on the bowl and the dresser. We change to Daylight Saving Time tonight…a welcome sign of the longer days of Spring.
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