The Family Bouquet

The Family Bouquet Nothing beats the surprise of a florist at the door with a beautiful bouquet. My sweet husband sent me a bouquet last week and it was an especially wonderful one. It was made up of roses of several colors: pink, white, and some pinks with white edges. It had a spray of... Continue Reading →

Tomato Bowl

How many fruits have filled this bowl? How many tomatoes? How many applesWere peeled into it's curves?Golden honey-scented pears?How many green beans were servedWith new potatoes? Sliced sugary peaches?Ears of yellow corn? Savory vegetable soup?How many slices of cantaloupe? Blackberries?I wonder whose bowl it was before it was mine?Did she use it to mix a cakeBatter for... Continue Reading →

Tomatoes

Preparing food for winterWinter? Really?Who believes in winterWhen it's so, so hot?I do. We do.We know God promisedSpring, summer, autumn, winterTo the end of time.Really!

A Morning at Audra’s House

 Surprise! Take my picture, Grandma. Little Grand-girl Madison Dance and twirl I can open it, Grandma! Taylor's pet turtlePretty dishes in the cupboardApples and tomatoes in a wooden dough bowl

A Morning at Audra’s House

 Surprise! Take my picture, Grandma. Little Grand-girl Madison Dance and twirl I can open it, Grandma! Taylor's pet turtlePretty dishes in the cupboardApples and tomatoes in a wooden dough bowl

Fruit Bowl

Green and redRed and green.Like Christmas,Like cardinals in pine trees,Like strawberries under leaves,Like Irish plaid.Like roses against stems,Like salsa and lime,Like tulips in spring.Like watermelon and rind.Green and red.Red and green.Like apples and tomatoes.

Who am I?

What people say: My young son says I am a terrible driver.My older son says I am a great cook.My teenage daughter says I am a know-nothing.My grown daughter says I am a genius.My husband says I am a treasure. My mama says I am a brave heart.My dad says I am a good praline maker. My grandson... Continue Reading →

Who am I?

What people say: My young son says I am a terrible driver.My older son says I am a great cook.My teenage daughter says I am a know-nothing.My grown daughter says I am a genius.My husband says I am a treasure. My mama says I am a brave heart.My dad says I am a good praline maker. My grandson... Continue Reading →

Farm Morning

Walk in dew-soaked grass to the hen house.Lift the door latch.Chickens come squeakingOut to catch bugs in the morning shade.I chose a place in the sun,On the stump by the water pump.A smell of fresh turned earthAnd freshly mown grass meets me.I stop to break stalks of asparagus. Creamed soup for supper. 

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