Today is just another day for this mother’s table.
Another day of circulating plates and cups. Breakfast-to-lunch-to-dinner, and any snack dish inbetween.
Today, I have a table on which meals and a whole host of stuffs will rest. Medicine for Raleigh, our cat. School work for any who will be so inclined. Garden twine for training this season’s newly-planted honeysuckle. Hubby’s various hunting and fishing magazines. A lost button.
For many in the North-and Southeast, there are no tables to provide them with the same kind of daily comfort that we expect to have each morning we awake. Irene had other ideas.
My table’s been spared from Irene’s devastation. Today, I will count my blessings.
For those without a table, let us invite them to ours. No matter the cause.