She saw it sitting on the shelf. One dollar. Dry. Dry as an old bone.
“It will come with me and I will soak it in oil.”
She Googled and learned what to do to restore and keep a wooden bowl.
The glory of the beautiful wood, cleaned well and soaking up bath after bath of mineral oil!
The universe now knows she loves wooden bowls. Two more put themselves in her way today.
Enjoy this day.