Saturday, after the Flag Day ceremony, I went to our local Farmer’s Market with my friend, Maureen B. We sauntered up and down the rows, eying lavish displays of produce, gawking at the size of radishes and Walla Walla Sweet Onions (just for you, Kanzen!). They looked as though they’d been exposed to nuclear radiation – they were gigantic!
I came away with a bunch of colorful sweet pea flowers and four pints of strawberries. By the way, I may be the last person to know this, but did you know that you’re not supposed to wash your vegetables when you get home? No, no, no! You’re suppose to store them and only wash them when you ready to eat them. They last longer. Also, store them in a different container. They will last longer… I will say these strawberries had more aroma than any of the others we saw. Stunning to the senses.
And then… I looked around and saw him….
I walked up, helpless to stop myself from reaching for him. For a time we stood still and he breathed gently into my neck and then he kissed me.