Sunlight coming in this morning, on a bright red pot from Seagrove, in North Carolina, and a bronze sculpture of a horse by Auguste Louis Barrye - which a friend gave to my father for his 99th birthday, and he loved ... I was happy to give it a good home. There's something very pleasingly minimalist about this arrangement (I'd be the first to admit that decorative minimalism isn't my strong suit) - a minimalism that was very suited to this year's Thanksgiving, which was very largely spent reading departmental job applications, although I did, indeed, bake a fine pumpkin cheesecake (with that strawberry in the middle, of course).
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