Stories Collected While Living in France
Peeling back the layers,
one sweet note after another,
larger leaves first.
Steamed.
Lemon and a hint of butter.
So little with so much.
To the heart,
The center that holds it altogether,
with its prickly beard.
Worth the peeling,
One leaf at a time:
That is how the story began..
One moment, added a memory, gave way to sharing a cup of sugar, then as time went on the intimacy grew, the moments turned into years, the leaves became smaller, richer, divine destiny, rich chapters…
Heart full.
Growing up in California I learned to love artichokes at a young age. Oh what a heart they have.
Is Annie your artichoke heart? You must miss her…l love how you see and feel her in your everyday life…
wondering about Annie… Keeping her in my thoughts.
Joan
Jackie I was thinking the same-ANNIE!!
me too! and all who love her too-in thought and prayer and tender embrace.
I too thought of Annie. Wishing you all peace.
IS This about ANNIE?
Thinking of her also.
How is your (may I say Ours?) Annie.
Sending gentle and peaceful thoughts.
Mayonnaise!!!
Probably the best original text on love I’ve read in years .
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