Breakfast for two:
one fork
spoon eggs
whole-grain bread mop
or
wait for the fork
An empty concrete cemetery urn sits beside the front door of the house we are moving to. I am excited to plant red geraniums in it and basil, rosemary, tarragon and tomatoes in the brick planter. Peering inside the urn I found it wasn't empty. A fork stands in a snag of dead leaves. It seemed a bit odd, until I recognized the pattern.
When Leonard and I married in 1974, my parents gave us a set of Oneida flatware in the Leonard pattern; the fork matches.
Leonard passed on thirteen and a half years ago. I believed he would watch out for me as long as I live. Nice to know he's on the job.:)
2011 Red Convertible Travel Series
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