before breakfast

.

a pot of brown and white eggs bubble & dance 

 light envelopes a bare white branch

basic morning moment shared

Sweet Expectations

green pineapples were not on the list at all
a turkey and one bag of potatoes graced the top spot
along with the round jewels of cranberry .. beautiful contrast they are
yet a photo op called to me from the depths of a ninety nine cent special bin

there is something hopeful about sweet fruit in November chosen when green with faith
for the love of unique texture . sunshine with juice will slowly ripen upon a counter
until mid week when daughters faraway return home
catching up over a deep bowl of joy

in the waning shadow of a weekend . amid the rustle and emptying of bags
this fruit reminds me of ripe days to come . for that I am ever thankful

ode to a peach

you may know putting away

groceries is not my favorite task

often I attempt to make it more enjoyable



in the sun ~ it made me smile . with the leaf still attached




in the shadow ~ of a smooth table by a window overlooking a wild garden




in the water ~ a cool stream washing it clean . drenching me as well



in the towel ~ soft and frayed soaking up droplets of water . ready to eat

in the creamy dish ~ juicy and meant to savor . while the rest of the groceries call

like an apple

may your day line up smooth and straight

with moments that are tart . fragrant & shiny