almost (almost) out of reach. And yet a few inches south of the stars. Like flowers, food conjures up tasty memories. If nothing else, memory is palpable, fragrant. Embodied. Like words high up or low-down on a page. Can't you just pluck them, smell them? Syllable by palpable syllable.
Yes, the fragrance and look of lilacs is a treasured childhood experience for me; don't see them often in CA.
ReplyDeleteBlueberries were what we picked, great bushes hiding them behind thorns and bees, so all the more challenging. Of course, pies would follow. Today a student gave me a blueberry tart and a bottle of red wine. Totally surprised and delighted, I shall take it home and savor its taste and the gratitude she presented it with. Small treasures, big-hearted gestures.
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