And I don't mean a cat looking for a quiet corner in which to do its private business...
On the old wooden bench - itself a gift - I have found great wheels of heavy dark bread from Franconia, a bottle of Pinot Noir from Bavaria, cheese from Hinterrhein, just beyond the San Bernardino tunnel, and fizz from Alsace. There have been walnuts fresh from F's tree and khakis from E's. Heaps of ripe plums and bags of bitter salad. And many times I have found magically-appearing Swiss chocolate for the children.
On Sunday, there were pomegranates. And the ghost of Vermeer shuffled his feet in a shadowy corner.
8 comments:
It sounds like you have very kind neighbours. What a lovely gift to wake up to. :)
Unexpected gifts - what a loving gesture.
What a wonderful photograph. Pretty fine words as well.
Juan Sánchez Cotán!
What a wonderful magical bench to bless you with all those goodies. ;)
I have to confess, I purchased my very first pomegranate yesterday at the grocery store. To my knowledge I've never eaten one. So tonight we will break it open and do a tasting.
♥
Joy
Oh - thats a gorgeous photo Louise! It is just like a still life painting as you suggest. Superb lighting.
Boo Radley is in the neighborhood.
Count your blessings, some of your neighbours are true friends, a rarity these days.
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