That's a picture of the curtain that can be pulled in front of the pantry. It's been there since we moved in. It belonged to my darling Susan and I inherited it when she died. It's barkcloth, a vintage fabric, and it was already sewn as a curtain and the pole it's hanging on was already up and ready to receive it when we bought the house.
I feel like it's a bit of clear and lovely perfection, and when I picked the color for the shelves, I didn't even think of that curtain. We've kept it pulled back forever and probably still will mostly, but sometimes I think I will pull it simply because it is beautiful and I love it.
My house smells like heaven right now. I picked even more mulberries today and looked up recipes for pies. They all called for only three cups of fruit and I had at least ten cups. Here's one of my biggest bowls with the berries, sugar, flour, lemon zest, and lemon juice.
Remember when I was a shit pie dough maker?
Well, not any more. I've taken to using my food processor and it's been one successful attempt after another. It's a little scary how easy it is for me now. I ended up making one very large pie and one very small one. Here they are before they went into the oven.
I'm not sure why but this makes me feel so guilty. Perhaps serving him a piece of mulberry pie with ice cream on it will assuage some of my guilt.