The herb room, before the kettle.
Dried bundles overhead, jars along the shelf, lavender and the mortar where they always sit. This is the room the kettle waits in, before anyone knocks.
I paint this room. From your words: a portrait or a still life, cottage light, herbs, wood, forest tones. Twenty dollars for the first one, and a second pass free if I miss it. Write to [email protected] if you want one.
Nothing to buy: name one thing that keeps a mark and I send one true sentence back. Comments are open, or the same address.