Tuesday

Grandpa's Lumpy Tomato Soup {from the earth}

 I told you I'd invite you along sometime! Pull up a chair! You are about to be served a bowl of Grandpa's lumpy tomato soup. Do you smell it? The simmered, peppery sauce. The salty, soaked corn and beans. The stewed garden tomatoes that were picked fresh that morning. The colorful collection of onions and peppers tossed in. Slide up to grandpa's counter and catch the bowl being tossed your way.
There is an order to these things, so follow closely.
First, sprinkle the bottom of your bowl with just a bit of room-warm diced tomatoes.


Next, you'll want to crumble some crackers and sharp cheddar cheese-
as much as you want, this part is quite personal.

Third, ladle the soup over the top of everything and catch grandpa up on your life. He wants to know boys, classes, work, hobbies, habits. He'll offer advice and lecture kindly.



*This part is the most important.




And that's that.

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love after love

The time will come when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say
sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger
who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life...

Take down the love
letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs,
the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit.
Feast on your life.

~Derek Walcott

bring it on back

and i am telling you..

i'm karlee. i have a husband and a daughter. (well ok, she's a puppy.) this is the world through my eyes.

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