My aunt Kit for whom I am nick-named gave me a set of pencils with my name engraved. This gift is now 60 years in memory. This is why I write.
A few years back, friend Susan gave me a set of pencils wrapped in paper imprinted with pomegrantes. This is the conversation I continue to blog. This is why the two of us enjoy a martini.
Today I will enjoy my 4th persimmon in two days as I contemplate peeling the small but mightly pomegranate in the fruit bowl.