She
made a power-greens soup for our flu-bound neighbor, then brought me a
delicious quart. To me, she’s a domestic goddess, knowing not only what to
provide when, but how. Her strength is quiet, constant. I try not to compare
myself with her. She wouldn’t want me to. It wouldn’t even occur to her I
might.
I wish I knew what to provide when, and how. That last sentence makes me like her.
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ReplyDeleteAnyone who brings you homemade soup is a keeper.
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