05/06/2026
When you are in the mood for sorting spoons…
Did you polish brass as a child?
Rubbing on that strange foggy chemical was it called “brasso”??
Polishing and polishing until it shone so brightly?
I remember sitting in the porch in the sunshine polishing. A child occupied for a while. A butterfly mind settling on the task.
As I sort these spoons each one different. Some old,some gifts, each different and unique. The oil bringing out the beauty of these everyday items.
I smile at this memory and am grateful for this simple task.
Spoons sorted mind sorted.
With love from my spoons to yours xx
