Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
My script of joy, immortal diet,
y bottle of salvation.
My gown of glory, hopes true gauge,
And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.

~Sir Walter Raleigh

A hiker, walking for pleasure, likes to choose between several alluring trails.
The pilgrim desires only the road that leads home.

~Frank W. Boreham

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

A Skip Down Memory Lane

Today my 'Tuesday Friend' brought me a treat - peas from her garden. Fresh, succulent, shiny. Yum.

As I stood at the kitchen counter shelling these lovelies, a rhythm developed.
Three pods for the pan, one for the mouth, three, one, three, one....

Oh yes, to be sure, I heard past voices, echos of Momma and Grandma saying "the pan, Ruthie, put them in the pan". Those were the days when the garden bounty was family fare and therefore to be shared, not selfishly consumed.

Today was different.
I heard the voices, but I just smiled and kept the rhythm of bliss going:
three for the pan, one for the mouth.

No sharing was required.

How good it all was.