At the first brocante I ever visited, years ago, I found a postcard of a woman impeccably dressed, carrying eggs in a basket, water from the fountain in a zinc watering can, and vegetables gathered in the crisp white apron she wore.
The framed postcard was one of the first things I ever bought at a brocante. Its worth was never the point. Instead, long before I could put it into words, it reminded me of the beauty of an ordinary life lived with care.
Just for the record, now that Chelsea has chickens and I’ve seen how many eggs chickens lay in a day, I want to say that “basket heavy laden” represents a farmyard full of chickens and a graceful, strong arm. I can’t say that I look that good carrying the load of antiques back to the car over the years—graceful, strong… no, happy? Oh yeah.
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