Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Journal entry of an afternoon tea.


A white linen tablecloth to dress up the wicker table on the covered porch,

cream scones with strawberry jam and black tea with hints of peach.

And the enticing scent of the newly blooming lilacs set in a mason jar.


Thankful to my Heavenly Father for such peace and beauty to enjoy.

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