As you looked up our eyes met. “Nice to see you,” came my reply. Or that other time, when you said to me, “See you later,” I then said, “Thanks for stopping by.” And then, I thought about how I missed your smile. Yes, I know you smiled under your modest mask. So did I. You do know I smiled back, right? Public spaces decry face to faces for in those places decorum’s duty resides. But once outside we just might reveal our true intent, and smile, naked faced, and say our goodbyes.
Nay! Back inside, my mask will not hide my excitement for this bounty of beauty. Make me smile, this encore of peaches as yon apples debut— peaches juicy, apples snappy— You will do yourself good to assort and compare their subtle nuanced differences. Pears, renewed too, they demand a cheese— a chèvre, or Brie, or triple cream. Humbolt Fog would do, stems of grapes anew. Figs figured in and with mere mention of cheese— mozzarella and burrata applauding tomatoes ensue. A standing ovation might be due the beefsteaks and heirlooms most true.
West Side honeydew melons, here, waiting for you to wrap them in blankets of prosciutto as the cool night air announces their scheduled departure, however, I’d like to announce a blackberry’s return. You will remember past encounters, no, addiction to this delicate berry. Mangoes are mighty fine, pampered papayas divine exotic nutrition and remind us of island vacations.
Vegetables are voracious & verified vital to our existence so why not partake? Peppers, colored and cool, with gems of lettuce. Mint makes the difference here. Dandelion braised, cauliflower & broccoli overdue. Think you might grill Salmon? Skillet a steak? Chop herbs, sauté, roast, steam— whatever it takes, to make & celebrate this life. To smile, and begin again.
If you have time, I love seeing you. If you are busy, I enjoy packing you a box for pick up curbside— and if you’re really busy, we’ll drop it off. Thanks for being there.