Pencils

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.