Flowing gown of white and tendrils sculpted, she waltzes through the sky. The stars of night hold no candles to her beauty.
Like lovers, the skirted leaves hang on her every breath and move, delighted to be in her presence.
Citrine crowns burst and stretch from within the petals as if they are screaming, Look at me!
As one they sashay in the wind and flirt with the clouds. The blossoms wink and smile and all are mesmerized by her charm.
Stamens drape like tiny black pearls around her neck as she curtsies in the wind. The birds and bees sing her praises and applaud her sweetness. The world adores her poise.
Living in the Gap
March 19, 2012 – Aromas and Tastes of Times Gone By
I am in my kitchen in the midst of replicating some of Big Mama’s Sunday staples. Wylie plops herself in the middle of the floor so I have to step over her each time I move from stove top to wall oven or counter or fridge…Wylie knows she is in the perfect spot to lap up any spills, and she knows good things happen in my kitchen. Red liquid of tomatoes juice and bubble around the bright yellow corn and pale green baby limas. The aroma takes me right back to childhood. The cast iron skillet sizzles and hums with fried chicken. Sweet lemon wafts from the oven where the pound cake bakes. My long fingers knead and roll sticky biscuit dough. I am transformed into the adult side of my childhood. I smile thinking of my family enjoying the tastes that fed my past. No chatter in my kitchen like those from my childhood, but CCR is blasting in the background keeping me company.