I know it’s the pastime of our lives and how we wish to hear them. There are many places where we gathered and I remember them well.
I didn’t know…
It’s supposed to fling your bell sometimes, meeting in a forest setting. Often, I’m in the Mediterranean. I’m far away from my home and my country.
To be sure..
There have been occasions where I have incidentally ran into a friend, someone to talk to, places where we took walks together, I remember this too well.
But whose pictures are those…
I would like to know. I would like to have caffè or something, a beer. I’m thinking before I go, I should ask you, “Hey, are you up for something? Yes, we’ll find a place in town and we’ll talk!”
I’ll call you, but I’m not sure how to ask you though, you’re probably not sure either. Why don’t we just come out with it. I see that we’re struggling here.
And to find someone…
Someone has picked a water lily. They’re beautiful up close and have a pleasant odor. What a surprise for her. He gave this flower to his mother. He had heart, how wonderful.
What they’re called…
Nymphaea -Water Lily, a hardy and tender aquatic plant in the Nymphaeaceae water plant family. These alluring thoughts were inspired by the Greeks and Latin mythology. They’re depicted as women but you wouldn’t know that, most wouldn’t know a nymph as a water lily.
Is the imagination, is the diversity of the mind (perhaps it’s dirty). This is encouraged by what you see and to let you know, what you may consider as making yourself vulnerable. Perhaps it’s their otherwise desire and you’re being seduced, which to them means their vanity, they won’t admit it. It’s astonishing really, to witness them up close, seeing this. Who would have thought, everybody’s doing it. I like that, I mean having them around, they’re flirting with you that’s for sure. It’s quite fun, don’t you think.
Let’s go girl, to an Island..
It’s as mysterious today as it was then. It appears lonely and often, a loneliness sets in while you are there, because places are far away, as in the continent, but still, I think it is because of the effect an Island has on you.
What a lovely remembrance…
Well, this one particular thought is riding on the culmination of thoughts, of smells, smelling all the many potluck lunches we had as kids, the ones I’ve attended to as a kid in church. I’m sure you remember them as well, somewhere, but these are the ones I remember specifically growing up.
They served us kids…
Sandwiches on white bread; tuna, peanut butter and jelly. Pimento cheese sandwiches as well, all piled up high on a big platter, chips and soda beverages. Afterwards cookies. Yummy!
And I was too young for love!
What a beautiful day..
How could I allow myself to go home and take a nap? Not today.
We’re at a friends house and we’re having ‘Cotechino’ for lunch. Yes, usually she cooks this in tepid water, adding spices of cloves, shallots and celery.
She wraps this in oven wrap paper tied at both ends. It’s when you cook this thoroughly by soaking in water, the paper will protect the ‘Cotechino’ from falling apart.
We’re also having purée of mashed potatoes, bread and red wine. My Dear, what a delicious meal we’re having.
How I wish it were November now, because then we wouldn’t want to go outside, we wouldn’t need to, it would be too cold outside.
Perhaps then I could go to sleep, after our big noon time meal. I could sleep the afternoon away, you know, doing this after I have ate too much food during my lunchtime meal.
No, it isn’t November, not yet. Right now, there’s plenty of sunshine outside and warmth still.
Let’s not rush the seasons too soon my Darling.