I got a lovely surprise today. My neighbor, who has a set of terraced gardens in her front yard, called and said she was going out of town for the weekend. Could I do her a favor? Pick (and eat) all the strawberries growing there so they don’t go to waste. Yes, she actually made it sound like I was doing her a favor. These aren’t the plum-sized giant berries I’ve been finding in the store lately. These are concentrated, extra-strength berries, each thimble-sized berry containing the flavor equivalent of a large commercial fruit. The fragrance alone is worth the effort. I picked a big bowl full and now we get to eat them. Strawberries and cream. Berries in our cereal for breakfast. Maybe a fresh strawberry tart with a cream cheese filling. Rhubarb from my backyard with strawberries in a pie. I’m drooling. Tonight we celebrate summer with dinner on the deck. Barbeque chicken, potato salad, beans, spinach, and fresh strawberries with homemade shortbread and whipped cream. The sun wo...
My favorite kisses:
ReplyDeleteA kiss on the forehead when I was dropping off as a child. Mom or Dad, both good.
Smacking, enthusiastic kisses from children
Romantic kisses
Bad breath puppy kisses
Butterfly kisses from a child who's just heard of them.
Air kisses exchanged with non-American friends (definitely some etiquette involved here: you must kiss the air half an inch from a human cheek. *smack* *smack* followed by a smile
Watching two people kiss who have been parted for a long time by danger and distance. Best when involving a horde of happy children.
Ah, so sweet. I have to agree with all of those, especially the last one. I love arriving home at the airport and seeing the families waiting just outside the security area, the way they almost crackle with excitement when they spot the person they love. Then come the hugs and kisses. You're right, they're best with a horde of happy children.
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