It was a very crisp Autumn morning here in New England, and quite possibly my last chance to go to my favorite Outdoor Flea Market, so I put on these...
The early morning rain kept many a vendor and treasure hunter snug in their beds.
My finds were few but they were precious nevertheless....
...a single piece of cutlery with my initial on it....
...two petite & delicate Meakin butter pats....
...and two sweet books that I purchased simply because their “inscriptions” delighted me so....
To my Little One:
"Our noblest thoughts, our dearest
sentiments, the choicest echoes of the soul
~ how good it is to follow up their
trail of play as it winds through the
lives of others! If misery loves
company, happiness must die without
it. Blessed, love, the thought & that
in our supreme happiness we are not
alone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~With many
many happy returns of the day."
Your Own"
To Harrie
“As I love nature, as I love gleaming stubble, and flowing waters, and morning and evening, and summer and winter, and all things beautiful, I love you my friend on this day~~~Your Birthday.” ~Thoreau
Etta
~1917
Sigh....to go back to a time when the gifting of a book was cherished for not only the words that lay within but for the sentiments sent along with them.
~*~Linking to Blissful Whites Wednesday~*~