just trinkets

We have a guest room in our house that is also the place to fold the washing, dump the things that struggle to find their way back to their home and store those bits that might come 'in handy' one day. Most days the chaos that reigns in there brings a deep sigh to me.

Then we have actual guests coming and so the room is transformed, sorted out, cleared and straightened. Like today. Then once again I am able to see my 'trinkets' I have so carefully placed on the window sill and I look and touch them bemused by the memories of my life and the places I travelled to where they became mine.

Happy thoughts...

and it is nice (to me anyway!) seen large