Yesterday, we, mended this old hand broom. It was here, by the fireplace, when we moved in. The straw was falling out, probably because we were using it so much. I got some old string and a tapestry needle (big eye, blunt end) and began repair. The Man looked and said, "No, that's not the way to do it. Let me try." I snapped back with, "What? Like I don't know about stitching?" He responded, as he mostly does, "It's not a contest." He stitched it back in place after wrapping the top tightly with some old wire. "I learned this in grade school." he said. I trimmed the ends and added the cloth without saying anything. In those moments, Love grew beyond ourselves.
And the little broom is useful again.
ok...
I have a lot of emails to catch up on from these last few days.
And more snow is coming.
A few days away and then I will be back with some new thought catching.
No time today, but here to thank you for all your joyful comments and wonderful stories!
beautiful, I have some lovely well-loved, still used brooms too.
Love-ly story. And lovely stories in the responses, too. Settles my day.
Once, long ago, I rebuilt a 20 foot abandoned stone wall on our acres in the woods way up North. Jude, your stonewalls reminded me of this excerpt in my life.
I asked my husband, before I went to work, he was retired, if he would move one too-large for-me rock. When I came home the whole wall was gone! He honestly misunderstood me. It took me a few days to calm down to see the humor in it. It’s been 12 years. Still miss this love. Many kinds make up an enduring relationship. Happy Valentines Day.
Very cool. I love that you repurposed the broom finding the existing life in the old and bringing it to the new. The Man and the Stitcher coming together.
I love this – the minor irritations of long term love and how they flare and then fade and life goes on ❤️
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You share many beautiful posts, but this may have been my favorite? Happy Valentines Day ❤️
Occasionally I would learn that husband had unexpected skills; like the time a friend tried teaching me to spin with a spindle and it turned out my husband could do that already. I remember how connecting those times were and I miss him.