Day Twenty-six

Day 26 #isolationcreation

Is it not a love song to Provence... a table of humble food passed through the generations of hands that nurture us. In my village we have a 4th generation baker. His toddler son plays in the entryway, covered in flour just the same as his father did before him. Like the linen tablecloth, I have somehow managed to fold my way into their world and I feel thankful every day to be quarantined in this place my heart calls home. 💛