I love the simple, nutty flavor of a good avocado.
Almost a week ago, a wonderful friend came by and ,
knowing I love the simple,
nutty flavor of a good avocado, brought me four avocados.
Since that time, we have had several thunder storms, some
mornings when the fog burned off, and countless TV stories
of famous people.
Now, three of those avocados were tied up in a firm mesh bag.
Since the lone fourth was free, I began to eat that first, and it
was properly soft, yet firm.(I can only eat half an avocado at a
time.) As it stands, as I write this morning, there are two still left.
The mesh bag has been cut and has served to cup the remaining
avocados on the shelf between my kitchen and my other parts of
the room. The reason I’m sharing this with you is that I have also
spent almost an hour just now, looking through a book of 180 poems,
in the hope of finding one to savor for this morning’s “daily”.
Disappointingly enough, not one of those poems could top the fact
that each one of these avocados has been perfect, flawless and
delicious. In my experience,
this has never happened before.
So, poetry will have to await its turn as I marvel at the experience
of four perfect avocados, even if I never open the remaining two.
with love …
Mom/Mimi/Toni/Antoinette