I love this quote. The original pinspiration, in needlepoint, yellowed a bit from the decades it sat in my grandmother’s home. I also love this snippet of poetry Elliot wrote while we waited for our Mother’s Day brunch to arrive at Eichtens.
A rest and a nap defined this day. It was glorious. We found several gems at the local pottery tour. I read and napped in the hammock. Then, when the rain came down, we all raced inside for pajamas and a movie.