Morning at the shed, reading, meditating, sketching...
I normally take a travel mug of coffee with me, but I'll admit it is soon gone. A few mornings, I've taken an egg in my pocket--there's still enough water in the big copper pot to let me fill my little pan and put my farm-fresh egg on to boil. I love the versatile hot plate...
If I've cleaned the egg well enough, I'll use the water to make a cup of tea to have with it...I keep a bit of sea salt in a terra cotta jar, and while I wait for the egg to cool enough to peel, sketch it in my journal then have a good hot breakfast on a cold morning.
The small plate with the spirals was made by a potter friend,
and Joseph brought the pretty mug with him from Virginia.
Simple pleasures...