Joy Upon My Silver Tray

Years ago my husband bought me this silver tray from an antique shop in Homewood, Alabama. I sure do miss that store. I have placed it in several different places over the years, but today I have decided to put it on my dining room table and fill it with treasurers and items that I think are beautiful and bring me joy.

A little while ago I shared with you My New Office Space and perhaps you saw my cherub, which I call my concrete angel. I happen to love cherubs so I thought I would share this one with you as well. She has been with me for many years.

What is it about a tattered and worn cherub that attracts me so much? She hardly weighs a thing and she was created to sit while she plays her horn.

Even from behind she is pure beauty.

She is sitting upon two books of poetry from the 1920's. I have had these two books as long as I can remember, they were my Mom's which she inherited from her parents. As a teenager I fell in love with poetry, and I guess these books started that. One of my favorite poems from this book is, "If We Had The Time." Obviously I must have been an odd child. You can see the page has been marked for a very long time, prior to post it notes, we used torn pieces of paper to mark our pages.

The cover is wearing thin, just like the body of a person, but she still has much to offer.

The cut crystal biscuit jar in a silver caddy was a present from my husband.

The cut glass gives an illusion of multiple facets of whatever you place inside of it.

The amber glass sparkles and shines inside of the crystal. It is sitting on top of an old cookbook. I have also placed three bunches of grapes in the bottom of the tray, as they add such wonderful color.

I love bottles, and the bottle of champagne with a fleur de lis is so lovely.

I placed a cut glass crystal wine stopper on it and I love the way it reflects the light.

I had an old iron pedestal stand and I placed a unadorned red candle on top of it.

The tall crystal decanter is also another treasure.

So I will leave it like this for awhile and take pleasure in all the items that bring me such good memories and joy. 

Sometimes it really is the little things, isn't it.

The poetry books remind me of my Mother who wrote a tremendous amount of religious poetry. Although I was incapable of speaking at  her funeral her poetry was read by my sisters and several of her grandchildren. Someday perhaps I will share some of her wise words here on the little world of mine.  In the meantime remember, if you  have the time, to occasionally toot your own horn every now and then.

Do you have some treasurers that have been give to you over the years that stir your heart and soul and bring you a little joy?

Linking to:
A Stroll Thru Life
Cedar Hill Ranch
Our Home Away From Home
Everyday Home
Savvy Southern Style
From My Front Porch To Yours
French Country Cottage