Happy Saturday!

I went across the creek to a produce stand this a.m. to pick up a cantalope for breakfast (I am determined to TRY to “do it right” in this weight-loss business, and that means eating three meals a day – so I have to learn to eat breakfast of some description, right?) –

I love this time of year! Even with flies and other bugs (I did put a fresh fly strip up in the kitchen this a.m. – flies will slip in the open windows and door especially in the face of a weather front) – I love the way everything smells, and the way I feel.

The produce had just come out of the cooler. I wish they’d leave it out, but it would go overripe in no time if they did that. We need to develop a better marketing system for fresh produce, you know? – anyway, the cantalope was warm enough to have a light perfume to it and a nice firm texture, so I bought it, and in a few minutes I’ll go into the kitchen, cut it up and eat it with a 1/2-cup of cottage cheese. Wonderful flavor combinations!

and I bought a small basket of peaches. Six peaches in a basket for $2.50 – that’s a little more than $.40 per peach! ridiculous! but we’re lucky to have any peaches at all after the hard freeze, Easter weekend.

And then – the Lamberts have just started carrying flowers this year – I found the sweetest flower. Have you ever heard of – Indian feathers, I think it’s called? It’s sweeping grassy stems with the most deliciously pale, delicate pink blossoms. I just had to have one – at $4.00 for a little plant.

I got the first squash out of my garden yesterday, both yellow and zucchini. I picked the little squash while they were still tiny enough the blossoms were still attached. Later on today I’m going to try a squash blossom omelet from the book French Women Don’t Get Fat. the squash themselves, I sauteed last night in butter and olive oil – they were crisp but light and had the most wonderful flavor!

I’ve struggled all these years with self-image, not knowing what to do with my womanhood – all those “feminine gifts” seeming so alien to me. I feel as if the blockage is being shifted, and bit by bit, in trickles and sometimes gushes, like water escaping a dammed-in pond, I’m discovering what a delight it is to be a woman, and to live as a child of God, revelling in His many gifts of beauty and sweetness.

Happy Summer Saturday, y’all!

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2 thoughts on “Happy Saturday!

  1. I had such a reputation for eating canteloupe when I worked for Wake County, when they arranged a farewell lunch for me, one guy begged me not to choose a place that served canteloupe scampi.

    As if.

    But back then I could stop at a little produce market right on the way to work — I mean, I’d park the car four blocks from work, and the stand was on my walking route — and pick up a couple of them for $1 or so. Down here, they cost $3/each. I mean inflation and all, yeah, but eeeewwww!

    Isn’t it odd how men stop paying that much attention to a woman’s “sexiness” about the time they stop being sexy themselves? Hmmm…

  2. hmmm indeed. The French, I’m told, have a proverb – that only a mature woman can be truly beautiful. That leaves a great deal of hope for me, eh?
    (Y’all GOT to move back HOME!)

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